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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.

All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Television, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Stetsasonic, Drexciya, Glenn Branca, Lindisfarne, Nils Olav, Porter Ricks, Amon Düül, DeepChord presents Echospace, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Minny Pops, 8 Eyed Spy, John Coltrane, The Tremeloes, Wolf Eyes, Fugazi, Todd Terry, Pere Ubu, Anthony Braxton, Second Layer, Faust, Dual Sessions, Idris Muhammad, Lalo Schifrin, Juan Atkins, Absolute Body Control, Boredoms, Franke, The Offenders, Bauhaus, Joensuu 1685, Organ, Sparks, Adolescents, Roy Ayers, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Wire, Little Man, Popol Vuh, Marc Almond, Sunsets and Hearts, Reagan Youth, Peter and Kerry, Gang Gang Dance, DJ Style, Das Ding, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Kango’s Stein Massive, the Human League, Kurtis Blow, Rhythm & Sound, Pierre Henry, Vainqueur, Subhumans, Gichy Dan, Tropical Tobacco, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Dave Gahan, The Fire Engines, Soulsonic Force, CMW, Ralphi Rosario, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.

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)