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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.