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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.