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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Crime,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.