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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.