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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.