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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.