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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.

All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Interpol, The Shadows of Knight, Bad Manners, Sunsets and Hearts, Rosa Yemen, Sex Pistols, Con Funk Shun, Derrick May, Dead Boys, Radio Birdman, Sun City Girls, Japan, Maurizio, Colin Newman, Marc Almond, The Royal Family And The Poor, E-Dancer, Todd Rundgren, Ash Ra Tempel, Crispy Ambulance, This Heat, Model 500, DeepChord presents Echospace, Erasure, Sällskapet, The Doors, Porter Ricks, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Gun Club, The Smoke, Laurel Aitken, Outsiders, Sonic Youth, Ajijia Myrayebe, Alison Limerick, Pantaleimon, Make Up, Funky Four + One, The Sound, Pylon, Bush Tetras, Jawbox, Michelle Simonal, The Cure, Ornette Coleman, Sight & Sound, Louis and Bebe Barron, Throbbing Gristle, Excepter, Minor Threat, Liliput, Big Daddy Kane, the Human League, Suburban Knight, The Invisible, Youth Brigade, One Last Wish, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Underground Resistance, Q and Not U, John Coltrane, Ultimate Spinach, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.

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)