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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.

All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bootsy's Rubber Band, Lonnie Liston Smith, Au Pairs, Average White Band, Angry Samoans, Smog, Godley & Creme, James White and The Blacks, The Young Rascals, Motorama, Shoche, Youth Brigade, Unrelated Segments, The Real Kids, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Pantaleimon, Alison Limerick, Minnie Riperton, Nils Olav, Anakelly, DNA, Scott Walker, Agent Orange, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Pere Ubu, CMW, Q65, Patti Smith, Parry Music, The Human League, Barry Ungar, Icehouse, Dave Gahan, Al Stewart, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Mad Mike, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Larry & the Blue Notes, Albert Ayler, Deadbeat, Guru Guru, Radiohead, The Angels of Light, The J.B.'s, Swans, The Remains, Boz Scaggs, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Black Dice, Fad Gadget, X-102, Robert Görl, Qualms, Liaisons Dangereuses, Laurel Aitken, The Martian, Ituana, Sandy B, Alice Coltrane, Cluster, The Divine Comedy, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.

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)