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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside 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 rock 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 a chamberlin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.