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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
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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.