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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.