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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.