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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.