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 South Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Invisible to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.