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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.