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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.