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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.