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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Gong,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.