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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.