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 Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.