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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.