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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.