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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.