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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.