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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.