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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
PIL,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.