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 Kenya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an organ 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.