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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.