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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.

All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Trumans Water, Minnie Riperton, Boogie Down Productions, The Monochrome Set, Quadrant, Byron Stingily, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Mad Mike, The Alarm Clocks, Basic Channel, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Junior Murvin, The Cramps, Talk Talk, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Make Up, Jerry Gold Smith, Arcadia, Ornette Coleman, Reuben Wilson, MDC, Pulsallama, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lou Reed & Metallica, Kaleidoscope, Roxy Music, Robert Hood, Neil Young, Brick, Lower 48, Ituana, Mr. Review, Warren Ellis, K-Klass, Tim Buckley, The Residents, Stiv Bators, Television Personalities, Circle Jerks, Audionom, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, PIL, ABC, The Golliwogs, Minor Threat, Al Stewart, Throbbing Gristle, CMW, One Last Wish, These Immortal Souls, The Motions, Jacques Brel, Y Pants, Guru Guru, John Cale, Black Bananas, Robert Wyatt, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Last Poets, Carl Craig, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.

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)