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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.