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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Mars,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.