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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Skarface,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.