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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.