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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.