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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.