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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.