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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.

All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Donald Byrd, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Liliput, Soulsonic Force, the Normal, Sällskapet, Morten Harket, Lebanon Hanover, Sonny Sharrock, Joe Smooth, Slick Rick, The Doors, Neil Young, Gichy Dan, Vainqueur, The Music Machine, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Birthday Party, Matthew Halsall, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Sugar Minott, Robert Wyatt, Second Layer, The Gladiators, The Chocolate Watch Band, Smog, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Flamin' Groovies, Shuggie Otis, AZ, Subhumans, Minny Pops, Deadbeat, Q and Not U, the Germs, Section 25, Alphaville, Archie Shepp, Byron Stingily, The Evens, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Anakelly, the Swans, Ultramagnetic MC's, Siglo XX, Eurythmics, kango's stein massive, Roxette, Connie Case, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Fuzztones, Bob Dylan, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Buckinghams, Traffic Nightmare, Brothers Johnson, Make Up, Ash Ra Tempel, Fela Kuti, Freddie Wadling, The Cosmic Jokers, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.

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)