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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.