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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Echospace,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Wings,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.