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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.