Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.