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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.