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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.