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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Erasure to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.