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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.