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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Wire,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.