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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.