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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
AZ,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.