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 Oman and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.