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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.