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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.

All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Skatalites record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gabor Szabo, Deadbeat, Infiniti, The Beau Brummels, Marvin Gaye, Goldenarms, Bizarre Inc., June Days, Donny Hathaway, Camberwell Now, Audionom, Duran Duran, Sex Pistols, Pylon, These Immortal Souls, Michelle Simonal, Grauzone, Drexciya, DNA, Harry Pussy, Yaz, Tommy Roe, The Moleskins, Stereo Dub, Public Image Ltd., Cluster, Amon Düül II, The Royal Family And The Poor, Depeche Mode, Chrome, The Sisters of Mercy, Anakelly, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Eurythmics, Rosa Yemen, Deepchord, EPMD, T.S.O.L., Rakim, DJ Sneak, DeepChord presents Echospace, Swell Maps, The Alarm Clocks, Country Teasers, Theoretical Girls, Blake Baxter, Kerri Chandler, Panda Bear, Lightning Bolt, The Birthday Party, Lou Reed & Metallica, Traffic Nightmare, Soulsonic Force, The Pretty Things, Neu!, The Standells, Absolute Body Control, Patti Smith, Au Pairs, Ultimate Spinach, Suicide, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.

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)