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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.