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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.