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 United States and from New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.