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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.