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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.