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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Hashim,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.