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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.

All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

LL Cool J, EPMD, Joensuu 1685, Ohio Players, Gil Scott Heron, Motorama, The Divine Comedy, Kerri Chandler, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Oblivians, Gang Green, The Slackers, The Index, Bauhaus, Circle Jerks, Shoche, Cecil Taylor, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, David Axelrod, Smog, A Flock of Seagulls, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Sugar Minott, Alice Coltrane, Heaven 17, Icehouse, Rod Modell, Ten City, Bobby Hutcherson, Soft Cell, Bronski Beat, Eurythmics, Alton Ellis, Delon & Dalcan, Bizarre Inc., The Fire Engines, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Interpol, Soft Machine, Easy Going, Glambeats Corp., De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Bobbi Humphrey, Alphaville, In Retrospect, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, the Swans, Hardrive, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Royal Family And The Poor, Josef K, The Gap Band, Junior Murvin, the Normal, The Walker Brothers, La Düsseldorf, Gang Starr, kango's stein massive, The Leaves, Freddie Wadling, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.

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)