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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Tremeloes, Nik Kershaw, Royal Trux, The Young Rascals, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Model 500, Glenn Branca, Ponytail, Magazine, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Slackers, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Echo & the Bunnymen, Boz Scaggs, The Associates, Marine Girls, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Jacob Miller, Massinfluence, Roy Ayers, Sarah Menescal, Mary Jane Girls, Minny Pops, Spandau Ballet, The Seeds, Main Source, Freddie Wadling, The Smoke, Kerrie Biddell, Eli Mardock, Gang of Four, Moss Icon, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Ultra Naté, Sound Behaviour, Lyres, Eddi Front, Tropical Tobacco, AZ, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Skriet, Scientists, Visage, Joy Division, The Velvet Underground, Sugar Minott, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Amon Düül, Eurythmics, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Jesper Dahlback, Pantytec, Andrew Hill, Matthew Halsall, Ralphi Rosario, Ajijia Myrayebe, Iggy Pop, Icehouse, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.

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)