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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.