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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 an oboe and a sitar 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?
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.