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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.