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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.