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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.