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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.

All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Gories, Harpers Bizarre, Tom Boy, Shuggie Otis, Black Bananas, Duran Duran, Kevin Saunderson, Television Personalities, Drexciya, Aaron Thompson, Eve St. Jones, Y Pants, Gastr Del Sol, Mo-Dettes, Zapp, Davy DMX, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, 10cc, The American Breed, Reagan Youth, These Immortal Souls, Stereo Dub, A Certain Ratio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Chris & Cosey, Slave, Peter & Gordon, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Neil Young, Glambeats Corp., Los Fastidios, Excepter, Joey Negro, Michelle Simonal, Franke, Joyce Sims, Visage, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Beau Brummels, Monks, Accadde A, John Cale, Soul Sonic Force, the Human League, Section 25, Bush Tetras, The Last Poets, X-101, Maurizio, The New Christs, Janne Schatter, Depeche Mode, Unwound, The Remains, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Skarface, Lonnie Liston Smith, Al Stewart, Vainqueur, Zero Boys, The Busters, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.

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)