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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.