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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Leaves to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.