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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.