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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.