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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.