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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Magma,
Interpol,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.