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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.