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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.