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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.