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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Erasure,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.