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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.