Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.

All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Radio Birdman, Dawn Penn, The Martian, Khruangbin, World's Most, Visage, Bauhaus, The Dead C, Amon Düül, Mad Mike, Fort Wilson Riot, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Kayak, Section 25, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Dave Clark Five, Royal Trux, The Chocolate Watch Band, Joey Negro, Sugar Minott, Chris Corsano, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Schoolly D, Little Man, Livin' Joy, The Knickerbockers, Rod Modell, Electric Prunes, Pierre Henry, Joensuu 1685, Eric Dolphy, The Wake, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Boogie Down Productions, Agent Orange, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Wire, Harpers Bizarre, Roy Ayers, cv313, Echo & the Bunnymen, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Letta Mbulu, Nirvana, H. Thieme, The Zeros, Cymande, Rakim, Newcleus, Peter & Gordon, Stockholm Monsters, FM Einheit, Grauzone, David Bowie, Minnie Riperton, Dead Boys, Connie Case, Gregory Isaacs, Eli Mardock, The Pretty Things, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.

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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)