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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.

All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Model 500, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Nick Fraelich, Susan Cadogan, Sun Ra Arkestra, Stetsasonic, The Dirtbombs, The Mighty Diamonds, Arcadia, Max Romeo, Thompson Twins, Jeff Mills, Yazoo, Quando Quango, Flash Fearless, Ponytail, Michelle Simonal, Bob Dylan, Arab on Radar, Arthur Verocai, The Electric Prunes, Harpers Bizarre, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Moss Icon, Nils Olav, Index, Maleditus Sound, John Foxx, Minor Threat, Neu!, Bobby Womack, The Golliwogs, Beasts of Bourbon, The Star Department, Kool Moe Dee, the Slits, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Doors, The Cosmic Jokers, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Camouflage, Niagra, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Heaven 17, Funkadelic, Crime, a-ha, Kerri Chandler, June Days, The Birthday Party, Black Moon, ABBA, The Sound, Pantytec, Lakeside, The Alarm Clocks, kango's stein massive, David Bowie, Rites of Spring, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.

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)