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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.