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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
JFA,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.