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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.

All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Toasters, MDC, kango's stein massive, AZ, John Coltrane, Rakim, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Walker Brothers, Eric Dolphy, John Lydon, Jacques Brel, Kurtis Blow, Make Up, Organ, Stockholm Monsters, Suburban Knight, Electric Light Orchestra, Ultra Naté, Big Daddy Kane, L. Decosne, Be Bop Deluxe, Public Image Ltd., Moebius, The Dead C, Qualms, Lebanon Hanover, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Gregory Isaacs, Scott Walker, Grandmaster Flash, F. McDonald, John Cale, Lonnie Liston Smith, Q and Not U, Stiv Bators, Basic Channel, Scratch Acid, The Cramps, OOIOO, Country Joe & The Fish, Lalo Schifrin, The Motions, The Five Americans, Gichy Dan, The Vogues, Dave Gahan, Joe Finger, Crash Course in Science, Iggy Pop, Joensuu 1685, Harpers Bizarre, The Fire Engines, Panda Bear, Duran Duran, Jacob Miller, New York Dolls, Schoolly D, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Ash Ra Tempel, Sad Lovers and Giants, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.

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)