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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.