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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.