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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
UT,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.