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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.