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 Jamaica 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
JFA,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
EPMD,
Gong,
Kayak,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Index,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.