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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.