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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.

All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Funkadelic, The Toasters, Japan, Faraquet, The Gladiators, New York Dolls, Brothers Johnson, Alton Ellis, Derrick May, Pet Shop Boys, Bang On A Can, A Flock of Seagulls, Rekid, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, JFA, Lucky Dragons, Ponytail, Throbbing Gristle, Andrew Hill, The Five Americans, The Detroit Cobras, Byron Stingily, Mantronix, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Joensuu 1685, Kaleidoscope, The Fire Engines, Television Personalities, The Star Department, Oneida, Television, Arthur Verocai, Roger Hodgson, Sex Pistols, Eyeless In Gaza, Amon Düül II, Sun City Girls, Animal Collective, Simply Red, Curtis Mayfield, Fat Boys, The Cosmic Jokers, a-ha, Jesper Dahlback, the Human League, T.S.O.L., Make Up, Liliput, The Mojo Men, Rhythm & Sound, Rites of Spring, Skaos, Liaisons Dangereuses, Urselle, Mission of Burma, Glenn Branca, The Beau Brummels, New Order, Gil Scott Heron, Drive Like Jehu, Skarface, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.

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)