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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.