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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.