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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.

All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Dennis Brown, Fad Gadget, Babytalk, Lyres, Y Pants, Cybotron, Audionom, Ornette Coleman, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Dave Gahan, Heaven 17, Ice-T, Pussy Galore, Harry Pussy, Rhythm & Sound, Warren Ellis, Nik Kershaw, Eden Ahbez, Gichy Dan, Tim Buckley, The Blackbyrds, Sight & Sound, Todd Rundgren, The Chocolate Watch Band, Pantytec, Bobby Byrd, Cameo, Supertramp, Sun City Girls, Idris Muhammad, Radiohead, Moby Grape, Lou Reed, Black Bananas, Byron Stingily, The New Christs, Liaisons Dangereuses, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, June of 44, E-Dancer, Loose Ends, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Sonic Youth, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, This Heat, Ultra Naté, James White and The Blacks, Patti Smith, The Black Dice, The Pretty Things, Hashim, DeepChord presents Echospace, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Royal Family And The Poor, Cymande, Brick, Adolescents, The Moleskins, Barbara Tucker, the Bar-Kays, Gian Franco Pienzio, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.

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)