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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.

All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Dave Clark Five, Sun Ra, Public Enemy, The Doobie Brothers, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Grandmaster Flash, Liliput, The Cure, Gabor Szabo, Severed Heads, Make Up, Bang On A Can, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Pantytec, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Second Layer, Andrew Hill, James Chance & The Contortions, Alphaville, Subhumans, Al Stewart, Fluxion, The Red Krayola, Jerry Gold Smith, The Pop Group, EPMD, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Girls At Our Best!, Robert Wyatt, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Crooked Eye, Joy Division, Ultimate Spinach, The Litter, Lalo Schifrin, Selector Dub Narcotic, Swell Maps, Hot Snakes, Albert Ayler, Leonard Cohen, Intrusion, The Monks, Barrington Levy, Pantaleimon, It's A Beautiful Day, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, John Foxx, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, The Standells, Icehouse, Black Pus, Arcadia, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, KRS-One, Kool Moe Dee, Davy DMX, Moss Icon, Nils Olav, The Birthday Party, Talk Talk, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.

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)