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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.