Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.

All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

X-Ray Spex, The Flesh Eaters, Matthew Bourne, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Albert Ayler, New Order, Big Daddy Kane, Cabaret Voltaire, John Holt, Young Marble Giants, Flash Fearless, The Smoke, Henry Cow, Cheater Slicks, B.T. Express, Alison Limerick, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Bill Near, Roxy Music, Gregory Isaacs, Negative Approach, Brothers Johnson, Royal Trux, The Saints, Gang of Four, the Germs, Louis and Bebe Barron, Livin' Joy, Brass Construction, Junior Murvin, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Pretty Things, Warren Ellis, Faust, Fugazi, Television Personalities, Stetsasonic, Eden Ahbez, Crooked Eye, The Fuzztones, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Kerri Chandler, The Misunderstood, Gang Green, The Doors, Gichy Dan, Amon Düül, Banda Bassotti, Desert Stars, R.M.O., Joensuu 1685, Colin Newman, the Soft Cell, Rhythim Is Rhythim, the Human League, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, F. McDonald, The Velvet Underground, The Standells, Bad Manners, Eve St. Jones, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.

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)