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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.