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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.

All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Moebius, The Monks, Bauhaus, Harry Pussy, The Chocolate Watch Band, Lou Reed, Lakeside, Intrusion, Brand Nubian, Groovy Waters, Mantronix, The Birthday Party, MC5, It's A Beautiful Day, Black Flag, Kerri Chandler, Delon & Dalcan, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Derrick Morgan, Country Joe & The Fish, L. Decosne, Bizarre Inc., Unrelated Segments, Loose Ends, Cabaret Voltaire, The Fall, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Velvet Underground, Liliput, Mars, Outsiders, Lou Reed & John Cale, Andrew Hill, Ultramagnetic MC's, Amon Düül, The Modern Lovers, DJ Style, Kenny Larkin, Tubeway Army, Marine Girls, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Electric Light Orchestra, Cal Tjader, The American Breed, Jeff Mills, Moby Grape, Throbbing Gristle, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Symarip, Susan Cadogan, the Sonics, Half Japanese, Steve Hackett, the Swans, The Slits, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Five Americans, David McCallum, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.

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)