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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
The Names,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Brick,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.