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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.