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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.

All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Minnie Riperton, Vaughan Mason & Crew, a-ha, It's A Beautiful Day, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Grandmaster Flash, The Fuzztones, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The New Christs, Wolf Eyes, Al Stewart, Saccharine Trust, Hasil Adkins, Anakelly, X-Ray Spex, John Holt, Bronski Beat, Junior Murvin, Jeff Lynne, China Crisis, Black Sheep, Robert Görl, Technova, the Germs, Mandrill, Davy DMX, Audionom, The Fall, Q65, Gichy Dan, Eyeless In Gaza, Josef K, Aloha Tigers, Curtis Mayfield, John Foxx, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Alton Ellis, Juan Atkins, Joe Smooth, Charles Mingus, Masters at Work, The Alarm Clocks, This Heat, World's Most, Minutemen, Metal Thangz, the Sonics, Roy Ayers, Carl Craig, Organ, Tom Boy, Moss Icon, Tommy Roe, Crispian St. Peters, Whodini, The Divine Comedy, The Walker Brothers, The Star Department, Deadbeat, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Inner City, Barrington Levy, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.

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)