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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.