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 South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.