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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.