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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.