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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.