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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Faust,
CMW,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
World's Most,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.