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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.