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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Visage,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.