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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Television,
Japan,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.