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 Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Mars,
Moebius,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.