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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
MDC,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.