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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.

All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Warren Ellis, The Leaves, Iggy Pop, Steve Hackett, Outsiders, Fugazi, the Association, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Malaria!, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, 10cc, Wings, London Community Gospel Choir, Tom Boy, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Circle Jerks, The Doors, Kayak, Slick Rick, David Axelrod, Adolescents, The Golliwogs, Echo & the Bunnymen, Sun Ra, Liliput, The Angels of Light, Soul Sonic Force, Ultramagnetic MC's, Public Image Ltd., China Crisis, Intrusion, The Remains, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Shadows of Knight, La Düsseldorf, Grey Daturas, Byron Stingily, Anthony Braxton, Supertramp, Camberwell Now, Make Up, Sex Pistols, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Sugar Minott, Amon Düül II, the Human League, Big Daddy Kane, The Mighty Diamonds, Visage, Chris & Cosey, Mad Mike, Can, Alice Coltrane, KRS-One, Susan Cadogan, K-Klass, Delon & Dalcan, Hashim, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Blake Baxter, John Foxx, Marc Almond, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.

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)