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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.