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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.