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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.