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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.