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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.