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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.

All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

cv313, The Human League, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Kerri Chandler, Wasted Youth, Dark Day, Monolake, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Moody Blues, Index, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Nico, Vainqueur, A Flock of Seagulls, The Angels of Light, The Smiths, the Slits, The American Breed, Pere Ubu, Bobby Hutcherson, The Sound, Procol Harum, The Barracudas, Chris Corsano, Suburban Knight, The Music Machine, Danielle Patucci, the Normal, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Dave Gahan, the Fania All-Stars, Y Pants, The Gladiators, Scan 7, Alphaville, Prince Buster, John Foxx, Arcadia, Pharoah Sanders, The Chocolate Watch Band, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Charles Mingus, Con Funk Shun, 10cc, China Crisis, The Fire Engines, Harmonia, The Gories, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Loose Ends, Maleditus Sound, Matthew Halsall, Fatback Band, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Arthur Verocai, The Fall, Sandy B, Supertramp, Dennis Brown, The Mummies, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.

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)