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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.