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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.

All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Cameo, Alton Ellis, Funky Four + One, Eyeless In Gaza, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Mad Mike, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Modern Lovers, Rod Modell, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Kaleidoscope, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Harry Pussy, Tommy Roe, Reuben Wilson, DJ Style, Andrew Hill, Dennis Brown, Pulsallama, CMW, Ajijia Myrayebe, Flash Fearless, The Fall, Hot Snakes, Minny Pops, Icehouse, Camouflage, Gang Gang Dance, Schoolly D, Larry & the Blue Notes, Drive Like Jehu, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Electric Light Orchestra, Aaron Thompson, Alphaville, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Babytalk, the Human League, 8 Eyed Spy, Freddie Wadling, Ken Boothe, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Zapp, Chris Corsano, cv313, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Count Five, Boz Scaggs, Adolescents, Sonny Sharrock, Yusef Lateef, JFA, Tropical Tobacco, The Flesh Eaters, the Swans, Ash Ra Tempel, David Axelrod, Little Man, Tres Demented, Public Image Ltd., Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.

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)