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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.

All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Saints, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Desert Stars, Bill Near, Japan, Bootsy Collins, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Monks, Buzzcocks, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Smiths, Fat Boys, Ornette Coleman, The Skatalites, Flamin' Groovies, Moebius, Kas Product, The Index, John Holt, T.S.O.L., The Fuzztones, Scientists, Gang Gang Dance, The Walker Brothers, CMW, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Dead C, Lower 48, Scan 7, Howard Jones, Eurythmics, Graham Central Station, Throbbing Gristle, Oppenheimer Analysis, Althea and Donna, Matthew Bourne, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Jeru the Damaja, Eric Dolphy, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Nas, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Interpol, Electric Light Orchestra, Ronnie Foster, Pylon, The Angels of Light, Dennis Brown, The Techniques, 8 Eyed Spy, ABC, Maleditus Sound, Al Stewart, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, David McCallum, Aloha Tigers, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Cowsills, Depeche Mode, The Durutti Column, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.

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)