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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
X-101,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.