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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.