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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.