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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.