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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.