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 Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.

All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Leonard Cohen, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Second Layer, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Trumans Water, Marc Almond, The Last Poets, Crispy Ambulance, Cecil Taylor, Nick Fraelich, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Techniques, Johnny Clarke, Technova, Cameo, Fear, Man Eating Sloth, The Sisters of Mercy, The Fall, The Gun Club, Wire, Beasts of Bourbon, Robert Görl, Popol Vuh, Gong, Neu!, Stetsasonic, Joensuu 1685, Donny Hathaway, Toni Rubio, Surgeon, Parry Music, The Selecter, Gang Gang Dance, The Fire Engines, Girls At Our Best!, The Skatalites, R.M.O., Liliput, Joe Smooth, The Flesh Eaters, Tom Boy, Bizarre Inc., Black Sheep, Blake Baxter, Soulsonic Force, Marshall Jefferson, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Sunsets and Hearts, June of 44, Cabaret Voltaire, Procol Harum, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Warsaw, Junior Murvin, Electric Prunes, The Searchers, Fugazi, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.

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)