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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Monks,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.