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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
DNA,
New Order,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.