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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 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?
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.