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 Spain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.

All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The American Breed, The J.B.'s, Cameo, Johnny Clarke, Negative Approach, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Faraquet, Archie Shepp, Terry Callier, Reuben Wilson, the Normal, Sandy B, Kevin Saunderson, Altered Images, Pulsallama, CMW, Make Up, Howard Jones, Excepter, Masters at Work, Ken Boothe, Alison Limerick, Curtis Mayfield, Skriet, Lee Hazlewood, Faust, Ornette Coleman, Donald Byrd, Monolake, Rites of Spring, Quando Quango, Buzzcocks, Aloha Tigers, The Monochrome Set, Sunsets and Hearts, Oneida, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, John Cale, Metal Thangz, Pussy Galore, Kerri Chandler, Erykah Badu, The Durutti Column, Hoover, Flash Fearless, ABC, Andrew Hill, AZ, The Cowsills, The Smiths, The Fuzztones, Rhythm & Sound, New York Dolls, The United States of America, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Kenny Larkin, DeepChord presents Echospace, Pylon, The Cure, Lalo Schifrin, Todd Terry, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.

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)