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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Interpol,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.