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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.