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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.