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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Nas,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.