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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.