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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.