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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.