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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.