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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
the Slits,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
X-102,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.