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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.