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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Darondo,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.