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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Parry Music,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.