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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.