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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.