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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.

All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Unwound, Eden Ahbez, Gang of Four, Colin Newman, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Royal Family And The Poor, Gregory Isaacs, Adolescents, David Bowie, Hoover, Marvin Gaye, Jacob Miller, The Selecter, Peter and Kerry, The Dave Clark Five, Big Daddy Kane, The Misunderstood, L. Decosne, Gang Green, Roy Ayers, Ultimate Spinach, Trumans Water, Fifty Foot Hose, Kerri Chandler, Eurythmics, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Main Source, Pylon, UT, Von Mondo, Nick Fraelich, Lonnie Liston Smith, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Young Marble Giants, A Certain Ratio, Drive Like Jehu, The Fugs, D'Angelo, Ludus, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Dirtbombs, Y Pants, Skriet, Animal Collective, Echo & the Bunnymen, Bronski Beat, Tubeway Army, Rod Modell, Howard Jones, Schoolly D, Bobbi Humphrey, Magazine, The Count Five, Infiniti, Mars, Althea and Donna, Graham Central Station, Little Man, K-Klass, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.

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)