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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.