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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.