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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.