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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.