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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.