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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.