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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
DNA,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.