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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.