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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.

All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Cluster, Index, Wire, The Five Americans, Wasted Youth, the Human League, Colin Newman, Adolescents, David Axelrod, Henry Cow, Arab on Radar, The Standells, La Düsseldorf, Animal Collective, Television Personalities, The Monks, Arthur Verocai, LL Cool J, X-102, Eddi Front, Dave Gahan, The Sonics, Minutemen, Echospace, Josef K, The Busters, Moebius, Chris & Cosey, Zapp, Lebanon Hanover, Symarip, Fat Boys, Matthew Halsall, Nas, Ash Ra Tempel, Fela Kuti, Eric B and Rakim, Bobby Sherman, Frankie Knuckles, Swell Maps, Ronan, Deadbeat, Tropical Tobacco, The Gories, Public Image Ltd., The Count Five, Gang Gang Dance, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Alarm Clocks, Wings, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Magma, Brass Construction, Interpol, The Moleskins, Whodini, Simply Red, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Eric Copeland, Jerry Gold Smith, The Fortunes, Section 25, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.

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)