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 Lithuania 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.