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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.

All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Slick Rick, Television, Swell Maps, The Doobie Brothers, Lee Hazlewood, ABBA, Second Layer, Roger Hodgson, Bobbi Humphrey, The Sonics, Sparks, Liaisons Dangereuses, Rhythm & Sound, Colin Newman, Popol Vuh, Avey Tare, The Fugs, Henry Cow, Stiv Bators, It's A Beautiful Day, OOIOO, 48th St. Collective, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Smog, Metal Thangz, Oneida, Anthony Braxton, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Gladiators, Nick Fraelich, These Immortal Souls, John Coltrane, Dave Gahan, June Days, Gichy Dan, the Association, The Offenders, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Joe Finger, Livin' Joy, Flamin' Groovies, Q and Not U, Half Japanese, John Cale, Dennis Brown, Boz Scaggs, The Martian, Black Sheep, Charles Mingus, The Music Machine, Minutemen, Boredoms, Al Stewart, Minnie Riperton, Pierre Henry, Bootsy Collins, the Sonics, Hashim, Essential Logic, Magazine, Electric Light Orchestra, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.

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)