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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.