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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.