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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.