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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.