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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.