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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.

All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Au Pairs, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, EPMD, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Marine Girls, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, La Düsseldorf, Gastr Del Sol, Groovy Waters, The Fuzztones, The Seeds, Television, The Residents, Trumans Water, The Invisible, the Slits, Crime, The Sonics, the Association, The Knickerbockers, Fad Gadget, Lee Hazlewood, H. Thieme, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, U.S. Maple, Marvin Gaye, Ice-T, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Tim Buckley, Grey Daturas, Gang Gang Dance, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Cramps, Amazonics, Electric Light Orchestra, The Happenings, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, June of 44, Hot Snakes, Theoretical Girls, Visage, David Axelrod, Banda Bassotti, Sugar Minott, John Holt, ABC, Kerrie Biddell, Babytalk, Dave Gahan, Judy Mowatt, Mark Hollis, Todd Terry, Lou Reed & John Cale, Gong, Hoover, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Arcadia, Clear Light, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Fat Boys, Gabor Szabo, The Dead C, Schoolly D, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.

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)