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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.

All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Sonics, Swans, Camouflage, Aswad, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Letta Mbulu, The Velvet Underground, Louis and Bebe Barron, Hoover, Mission of Burma, Nick Fraelich, Faust, Marshall Jefferson, Loose Ends, Larry & the Blue Notes, Wasted Youth, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Drive Like Jehu, Moebius, Essential Logic, David McCallum, Rod Modell, David Axelrod, Lower 48, The Leaves, Prince Buster, Howard Jones, The Tremeloes, Scan 7, The Sonics, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Surgeon, Amon Düül II, John Holt, The Gories, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ultra Naté, The Shadows of Knight, Au Pairs, Barry Ungar, Dawn Penn, Q and Not U, Sunsets and Hearts, Drexciya, Clear Light, Alison Limerick, Bronski Beat, Radio Birdman, Von Mondo, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Pere Ubu, The Cure, It's A Beautiful Day, The Index, Franke, Guru Guru, Vainqueur, The Modern Lovers, the Association, Archie Shepp, 10cc, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.

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)