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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.