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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.