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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.