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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.