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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.