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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.