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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.