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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.

All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lungfish, Drive Like Jehu, Cymande, Howard Jones, Soulsonic Force, Sandy B, Throbbing Gristle, Radiohead, Traffic Nightmare, Sun Ra, Ice-T, Joensuu 1685, The Saints, Index, Sun Ra Arkestra, the Normal, Stereo Dub, Wings, Can, Fat Boys, Lucky Dragons, Royal Trux, Godley & Creme, LL Cool J, Nick Fraelich, Fela Kuti, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Amon Düül, Blancmange, It's A Beautiful Day, Crash Course in Science, Soft Cell, The Divine Comedy, Deepchord, Drexciya, Altered Images, Pulsallama, Scott Walker, The Electric Prunes, Quando Quango, Joey Negro, Black Bananas, Rhythm & Sound, Crispy Ambulance, The American Breed, Eddi Front, Eric Copeland, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Smog, Symarip, Crispian St. Peters, The Chocolate Watch Band, Lonnie Liston Smith, the Slits, The Kinks, DNA, The Cowsills, Slick Rick, Mary Jane Girls, Excepter, The Human League, The Cosmic Jokers, Mad Mike, Japan, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.

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)