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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.