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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.