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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.