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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.