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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.

All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Subhumans, The Seeds, EPMD, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Babytalk, Derrick Morgan, Minny Pops, Desert Stars, Lee Hazlewood, Underground Resistance, The Blackbyrds, Brothers Johnson, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Eric Copeland, Piero Umiliani, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Star Department, Lungfish, Scrapy, K-Klass, The Barracudas, Minnie Riperton, Erykah Badu, Magma, Lou Reed & John Cale, Avey Tare, Althea and Donna, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, 8 Eyed Spy, Nils Olav, Gian Franco Pienzio, Oblivians, Easy Going, Soulsonic Force, Altered Images, Joensuu 1685, Mandrill, Flipper, Jacob Miller, L. Decosne, The Alarm Clocks, Aloha Tigers, Icehouse, Throbbing Gristle, Y Pants, Pussy Galore, Mark Hollis, David McCallum, Bobby Sherman, Index, Kerri Chandler, Howard Jones, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Lalo Schifrin, The Misunderstood, Surgeon, Big Daddy Kane, Barrington Levy, Section 25, The Sonics, Bad Manners, Joe Smooth, Yaz, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.

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)