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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.