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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.