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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.