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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Sound,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.