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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.