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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.