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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.