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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.