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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.