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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.