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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.

All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Danielle Patucci, Pole, Eric B and Rakim, Talk Talk, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, T. Rex, Electric Light Orchestra, The Dave Clark Five, Barrington Levy, The Knickerbockers, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Infiniti, World's Most, A Flock of Seagulls, The Slackers, Goldenarms, The Young Rascals, Tears for Fears, Tropical Tobacco, Albert Ayler, Steve Hackett, Scientists, Blancmange, Gregory Isaacs, Eve St. Jones, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Organ, Nils Olav, Boogie Down Productions, the Normal, AZ, LL Cool J, Judy Mowatt, Outsiders, Aswad, Big Daddy Kane, Monks, The Litter, Reuben Wilson, Thompson Twins, Be Bop Deluxe, Brass Construction, Boz Scaggs, Shoche, Ultra Naté, Pantytec, The Residents, Amazonics, Leonard Cohen, Gang Starr, The Wake, Kool Moe Dee, Eddi Front, Tomorrow, the Slits, Rufus Thomas, Neu!, The Victims, Accadde A, Easy Going, JFA, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlback, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.

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)