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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.