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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
X-101,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Television,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.