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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
UT,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.