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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Zapp,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.