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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.