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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.