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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
PIL,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.