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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.