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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Scion,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.