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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.