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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
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.