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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.