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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.

All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joyce Sims, UT, Shuggie Otis, The Searchers, Man Eating Sloth, Kerrie Biddell, Zero Boys, The Names, Terrestrial Tones, Gregory Isaacs, The Fuzztones, Roxette, The Count Five, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, David McCallum, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Tropical Tobacco, Boogie Down Productions, Roy Ayers, R.M.O., Desert Stars, Circle Jerks, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Negative Approach, It's A Beautiful Day, Throbbing Gristle, Rekid, Jesper Dahlback, The Buckinghams, Organ, Erykah Badu, The Moody Blues, Man Parrish, Pantytec, Parry Music, cv313, Derrick May, Inner City, X-101, Donny Hathaway, Outsiders, Amazonics, Sunsets and Hearts, Quantec, Minny Pops, The Leaves, The Barracudas, Barrington Levy, Crispian St. Peters, The Misunderstood, The Doobie Brothers, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Nick Fraelich, Marc Almond, Camouflage, Tom Boy, Sly & The Family Stone, Scion, the Association, DNA, Warren Ellis, The Evens, The Music Machine, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)