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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.

All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Circle Jerks, Nick Fraelich, Glenn Branca, Kas Product, D'Angelo, China Crisis, Mandrill, Heaven 17, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Absolute Body Control, Howard Jones, Jerry Gold Smith, the Germs, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Arthur Verocai, PIL, Goldenarms, The Misunderstood, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Mars, Lebanon Hanover, Oblivians, Cecil Taylor, Donny Hathaway, Toni Rubio, Quantec, The Monochrome Set, The Seeds, Althea and Donna, Unrelated Segments, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Sister Nancy, London Community Gospel Choir, This Heat, Crispian St. Peters, Amon Düül, Cybotron, Barbara Tucker, The Electric Prunes, Freddie Wadling, David McCallum, Black Sheep, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Trojans, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Das Ding, Gichy Dan, The Grass Roots, The Invisible, The Index, Boredoms, Newcleus, Minnie Riperton, The Birthday Party, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scientists, Lou Reed & Metallica, Schoolly D, Roxette, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.

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)