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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.