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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Wings,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.