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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.

All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camberwell Now, The Flesh Eaters, The Doors, Wire, Malaria!, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Crooked Eye, Loose Ends, Mark Hollis, Nico, DeepChord presents Echospace, Bobby Byrd, Joyce Sims, Bobby Womack, The Golliwogs, Intrusion, New York Dolls, Joe Smooth, Bobby Hutcherson, The Monks, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), James White and The Blacks, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Heaven 17, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Sarah Menescal, Lou Reed & John Cale, Sad Lovers and Giants, Negative Approach, The United States of America, Tears for Fears, Q65, Groovy Waters, The Detroit Cobras, Hot Snakes, Fear, Mission of Burma, Little Man, Minnie Riperton, Newcleus, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Simply Red, Eli Mardock, R.M.O., UT, The Fall, Eric B and Rakim, T.S.O.L., Piero Umiliani, Bobby Sherman, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sly & The Family Stone, Unwound, Boz Scaggs, Scan 7, Public Enemy, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Divine Comedy, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.

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)