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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.