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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.