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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Organ,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.