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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.