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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.