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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.