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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Ten City,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.