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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.