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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
10cc,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.