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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Wings to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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?
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.