Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.

All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?

Mantronix, kango's stein massive, Barry Ungar, Scion, CMW, Nils Olav, Rotary Connection, Fear, Warsaw, Aural Exciters, Lalann, Pharoah Sanders, Donny Hathaway, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Searchers, Wolf Eyes, Kaleidoscope, X-101, Amon Düül, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Fluxion, Reagan Youth, Massinfluence, The Cosmic Jokers, Technova, Johnny Osbourne, The Star Department, Bobby Womack, The Fortunes, Arthur Verocai, Quadrant, Mandrill, Barbara Tucker, Brand Nubian, Yazoo, Camberwell Now, Eyeless In Gaza, Bobby Hutcherson, Theoretical Girls, Von Mondo, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Tomorrow, Isaac Hayes, Sexual Harrassment, Brick, The Busters, Lower 48, Derrick May, Jeru the Damaja, Youth Brigade, The Moody Blues, Duran Duran, Erykah Badu, Rhythm & Sound, Tropical Tobacco, Blancmange, Tres Demented, Siglo XX, Flipper, Black Moon, One Last Wish, EPMD, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.

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)