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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.