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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.

All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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 Massinfluence record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Silicon Teens, The Pretty Things, Metal Thangz, Television, Guru Guru, The Vogues, Amazonics, Kas Product, Judy Mowatt, Kayak, Anakelly, Harpers Bizarre, Sunsets and Hearts, Joey Negro, Thee Headcoats, Brand Nubian, Whodini, Supertramp, Boz Scaggs, Bang On A Can, Kevin Saunderson, The Doobie Brothers, James White and The Blacks, The Birthday Party, Erasure, Lyres, Rhythm & Sound, Lou Christie, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Cosmic Jokers, Monolake, Y Pants, Juan Atkins, The Gories, Lakeside, the Soft Cell, Warsaw, The Sonics, Steve Hackett, Nik Kershaw, MDC, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Godley & Creme, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, T. Rex, Swell Maps, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Ash Ra Tempel, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Associates, Amon Düül, Absolute Body Control, X-102, One Last Wish, Crispy Ambulance, The Alarm Clocks, Simply Red, Dead Boys, Davy DMX, The Count Five, Cecil Taylor, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.

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)