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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.