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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.