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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Smog,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Suicide,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.