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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.

All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Boz Scaggs, Dorothy Ashby, Lou Reed, Ajijia Myrayebe, Grauzone, The Index, ABBA, the Swans, Harmonia, Echospace, Dual Sessions, E-Dancer, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Niagra, Ponytail, Television Personalities, DeepChord presents Echospace, Arthur Verocai, Mantronix, Icehouse, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Von Mondo, Scientists, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Joensuu 1685, Grey Daturas, The Leaves, the Germs, Sunsets and Hearts, X-101, Popol Vuh, Thompson Twins, Brothers Johnson, Stiv Bators, Angry Samoans, The Mighty Diamonds, Little Man, Severed Heads, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Count Five, Jandek, The Barracudas, A Certain Ratio, Fort Wilson Riot, Gerry Rafferty, Tres Demented, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Flipper, Sun City Girls, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Josef K, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, David Axelrod, PIL, The Moleskins, Ludus, Fat Boys, Radio Birdman, Brick, Yazoo, Peter and Kerry, Aaron Thompson, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.

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)