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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.