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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.