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 Thailand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a snare 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Crime,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.