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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.