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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.