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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.