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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
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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.