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 Armenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.