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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.