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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.