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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.