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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.