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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.

All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ituana, Drive Like Jehu, Hot Snakes, the Association, John Foxx, Beasts of Bourbon, The Raincoats, Crispy Ambulance, Marvin Gaye, Groovy Waters, Masters at Work, Circle Jerks, Rekid, The Techniques, Technova, Selector Dub Narcotic, Fat Boys, Aaron Thompson, Heavy D & The Boyz, Pussy Galore, Negative Approach, Bobbi Humphrey, Crooked Eye, Cabaret Voltaire, Barclay James Harvest, Ultramagnetic MC's, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Absolute Body Control, Bluetip, Mission of Burma, The Motions, Bauhaus, Kevin Saunderson, Neu!, Bobby Sherman, K-Klass, Chris & Cosey, Freddie Wadling, Quadrant, Echospace, Minny Pops, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Silicon Teens, Trumans Water, DeepChord presents Echospace, T.S.O.L., Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, EPMD, Outsiders, Dorothy Ashby, Sly & The Family Stone, Gang of Four, Underground Resistance, Youth Brigade, Kerrie Biddell, Jimmy McGriff, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Con Funk Shun, Agitation Free, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.

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)