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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.

All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camouflage, Kool Moe Dee, Can, Glenn Branca, Todd Terry, Reuben Wilson, Mr. Review, The Fire Engines, Erykah Badu, the Slits, Dead Boys, Juan Atkins, Jawbox, Amazonics, Barbara Tucker, FM Einheit, Pagans, The Dead C, The J.B.'s, cv313, Schoolly D, Audionom, Symarip, The Flesh Eaters, Shuggie Otis, Wings, Simply Red, Bob Dylan, Bizarre Inc., Rod Modell, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Kerrie Biddell, Kenny Larkin, Fatback Band, Los Fastidios, The Sonics, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Tommy Roe, Section 25, Jandek, The Neon Judgement, Minny Pops, Niagra, Chris Corsano, Half Japanese, Echo & the Bunnymen, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Main Source, Sunsets and Hearts, Slick Rick, Sparks, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Sixth Finger, Dave Gahan, Sex Pistols, Stetsasonic, Grey Daturas, Inner City, Pylon, Royal Trux, Lower 48, Joyce Sims, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.

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)