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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Nico,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.