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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.