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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.