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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.