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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.