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 Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.