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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.