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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.