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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nico to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.