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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.