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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.

All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Porter Ricks, The Kinks, K-Klass, Darondo, Jerry's Kids, Soulsonic Force, Wings, The Victims, Jandek, Suburban Knight, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, T.S.O.L., The Black Dice, Louis and Bebe Barron, Boogie Down Productions, Laurel Aitken, Max Romeo, Jesper Dahlback, 10cc, ABBA, The Velvet Underground, Lonnie Liston Smith, Main Source, Lalo Schifrin, The Birthday Party, Anakelly, Stockholm Monsters, Pet Shop Boys, The Count Five, Harmonia, Sound Behaviour, Colin Newman, Boredoms, Roger Hodgson, Liaisons Dangereuses, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sun City Girls, Country Joe & The Fish, Hasil Adkins, Reagan Youth, Maleditus Sound, The Remains, Average White Band, Beasts of Bourbon, Q and Not U, Ultramagnetic MC's, H. Thieme, Crooked Eye, Buzzcocks, Organ, Panda Bear, Jesper Dahlbäck, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Roy Ayers, The Star Department, Eurythmics, Y Pants, New York Dolls, Liliput, June of 44, Chrome, Frankie Knuckles, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.

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)