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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.