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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.

All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Wire, Fort Wilson Riot, The Residents, Arab on Radar, Lou Christie, Traffic Nightmare, Jerry Gold Smith, The Index, Ornette Coleman, Jimmy McGriff, Albert Ayler, Whodini, Spoonie Gee, Flash Fearless, DJ Style, Scientists, Supertramp, ABBA, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Swans, Blake Baxter, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Evens, Gichy Dan, Rites of Spring, Roxette, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Half Japanese, Nik Kershaw, Youth Brigade, David McCallum, The Last Poets, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Easy Going, New Age Steppers, Bobby Byrd, Cecil Taylor, Roxy Music, The Zeros, Tubeway Army, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Max Romeo, Stiv Bators, China Crisis, Main Source, Lalo Schifrin, Kool Moe Dee, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Sisters of Mercy, Parry Music, Josef K, Jesper Dahlbäck, Iggy Pop, Throbbing Gristle, Procol Harum, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, X-Ray Spex, The Toasters, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.

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)