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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.