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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
cv313,
Crime,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.