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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.