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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.

All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nils Olav, X-102, Gichy Dan, Cymande, Television Personalities, Black Flag, KRS-One, Gang Green, Be Bop Deluxe, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Dead C, Marvin Gaye, Soul Sonic Force, Brass Construction, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Rotary Connection, Eddi Front, Dave Gahan, Gregory Isaacs, Girls At Our Best!, The Techniques, John Cale, Jimmy McGriff, Jerry's Kids, The Doors, Rekid, the Germs, Massinfluence, Jandek, The Birthday Party, Eli Mardock, OOIOO, Lightning Bolt, The Remains, Pharoah Sanders, Animal Collective, Fela Kuti, The Divine Comedy, Absolute Body Control, The Searchers, Thee Headcoats, The Royal Family And The Poor, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Q and Not U, Youth Brigade, Bronski Beat, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Monolake, Mantronix, John Lydon, Mad Mike, The Walker Brothers, Sun City Girls, Lou Reed & John Cale, Oppenheimer Analysis, In Retrospect, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, David McCallum, Buzzcocks, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.

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)