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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.