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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Names,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.