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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.