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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.