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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.

All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

JFA, The Grass Roots, Rotary Connection, Ten City, Graham Central Station, Soul Sonic Force, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Funkadelic, Tubeway Army, Essential Logic, Kas Product, Lightning Bolt, The Monks, Crime, Lalo Schifrin, Colin Newman, Model 500, Fort Wilson Riot, The Dirtbombs, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Mandrill, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Raincoats, Crispy Ambulance, Grandmaster Flash, Tom Boy, Ajijia Myrayebe, Bauhaus, Lou Reed & Metallica, Charles Mingus, Desert Stars, Lalann, The Mummies, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Public Image Ltd., A Flock of Seagulls, Soul II Soul, Shuggie Otis, Ludus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Slick Rick, The Sonics, Lou Reed & John Cale, Altered Images, Au Pairs, The Smiths, The Real Kids, Matthew Bourne, Scratch Acid, Inner City, Kaleidoscope, Byron Stingily, Underground Resistance, Sound Behaviour, Davy DMX, Whodini, Blake Baxter, Barbara Tucker, Bill Near, Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.

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)