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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.