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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.

All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Dual Sessions, Stereo Dub, Roxy Music, cv313, MDC, Wire, Pagans, L. Decosne, MC5, Jesper Dahlback, Brass Construction, The Searchers, New York Dolls, Amon Düül II, Model 500, Reuben Wilson, Prince Buster, In Retrospect, Gil Scott Heron, Masters at Work, Harpers Bizarre, Minny Pops, Leonard Cohen, Curtis Mayfield, Harmonia, Larry & the Blue Notes, Kaleidoscope, Selector Dub Narcotic, Basic Channel, Crispian St. Peters, The New Christs, Camouflage, Traffic Nightmare, Gang Green, The Cramps, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Amazonics, Inner City, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Nico, Carl Craig, Juan Atkins, Tim Buckley, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, This Heat, Hasil Adkins, Stockholm Monsters, Half Japanese, Alphaville, Delta 5, Boogie Down Productions, The Music Machine, Anthony Braxton, UT, Fugazi, Young Marble Giants, Soul II Soul, Motorama, Sonic Youth, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.

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)