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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.

All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Junior Murvin, Buzzcocks, The Move, Sixth Finger, The Fuzztones, Con Funk Shun, X-Ray Spex, Roxy Music, Thompson Twins, Davy DMX, Patti Smith, Agent Orange, Howard Jones, Y Pants, Tommy Roe, The Smiths, The Mojo Men, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Doobie Brothers, Siouxsie and the Banshees, KRS-One, The Blues Magoos, Big Daddy Kane, Deakin, Inner City, Model 500, Camberwell Now, Ornette Coleman, Morten Harket, Althea and Donna, Girls At Our Best!, Fluxion, Jimmy McGriff, Marvin Gaye, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Kinks, Underground Resistance, Kevin Saunderson, DeepChord presents Echospace, Nas, Johnny Osbourne, The Skatalites, John Foxx, Lower 48, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Ossler, The Human League, Yellowson, Michelle Simonal, Section 25, Trumans Water, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Crime, Graham Central Station, Dennis Brown, Average White Band, New Age Steppers, Gil Scott Heron, The Toasters, Excepter, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.

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)