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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.

All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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, The Zeros, Al Stewart, Jeff Mills, Lucky Dragons, Kayak, One Last Wish, Altered Images, Public Enemy, The Mojo Men, Donny Hathaway, Mary Jane Girls, R.M.O., Vainqueur, The Invisible, James Chance & The Contortions, kango's stein massive, Bobby Hutcherson, Von Mondo, Lalo Schifrin, It's A Beautiful Day, The Smoke, Marcia Griffiths, Fear, Quantec, Rites of Spring, Pulsallama, Alton Ellis, the Sonics, Matthew Halsall, Accadde A, Lonnie Liston Smith, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Leaves, Silicon Teens, Kas Product, John Cale, Scientists, the Bar-Kays, Television, The Slackers, Fela Kuti, Skaos, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Dead C, The Moody Blues, Cybotron, John Holt, Throbbing Gristle, Michelle Simonal, K-Klass, Nils Olav, Idris Muhammad, Gang Gang Dance, Cluster, Jeff Lynne, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bush Tetras, Sound Behaviour, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.

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)