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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.