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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.