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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.