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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.