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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.

All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

One Last Wish, The Invisible, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Cheater Slicks, Ituana, a-ha, Sparks, Theoretical Girls, Zapp, Patti Smith, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Thee Headcoats, Robert Wyatt, Scrapy, June of 44, Sad Lovers and Giants, Selector Dub Narcotic, The Move, Gang Starr, D'Angelo, Interpol, Tom Boy, Banda Bassotti, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Heavy D & The Boyz, Peter and Kerry, Whodini, K-Klass, 48th St. Collective, the Normal, B.T. Express, Crooked Eye, Glambeats Corp., Cabaret Voltaire, Sixth Finger, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, DeepChord presents Echospace, Agitation Free, June Days, Average White Band, Unwound, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, James Chance & The Contortions, Agent Orange, Y Pants, Louis and Bebe Barron, Procol Harum, This Heat, Josef K, Delta 5, Junior Murvin, Model 500, Faust, Supertramp, Bill Wells, Funky Four + One, Index, Metal Thangz, Gang Green, CMW, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Moleskins, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.

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)