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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.