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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.

All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, La Düsseldorf, Pere Ubu, DeepChord presents Echospace, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Sonny Sharrock, Hasil Adkins, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Electric Prunes, Black Moon, Reuben Wilson, Albert Ayler, Letta Mbulu, Procol Harum, Eddi Front, Oblivians, John Cale, Soulsonic Force, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Silicon Teens, Unwound, Tubeway Army, Dual Sessions, The Residents, Nick Fraelich, Bobby Sherman, Niagra, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Inner City, Oneida, Vainqueur, Kurtis Blow, Bush Tetras, Severed Heads, Connie Case, Das Ding, Roxette, Lou Christie, the Association, Bobbi Humphrey, T.S.O.L., Qualms, Marine Girls, Cal Tjader, Negative Approach, Barbara Tucker, Aswad, Erykah Badu, Eurythmics, Ludus, Heavy D & The Boyz, Fat Boys, The Royal Family And The Poor, Robert Görl, Agent Orange, Black Sheep, ABBA, Johnny Osbourne, Index, Beasts of Bourbon, Reagan Youth, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.

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)