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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.

All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Essential Logic, DeepChord presents Echospace, Mo-Dettes, Lightning Bolt, Kerrie Biddell, Yellowson, Scientists, Bobby Hutcherson, Heaven 17, The Raincoats, Roxette, Heavy D & The Boyz, Anthony Braxton, Wally Richardson, Darondo, The Wake, Nation of Ulysses, Lower 48, Warsaw, The Busters, Bobby Byrd, Curtis Mayfield, Massinfluence, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Blancmange, The Sisters of Mercy, The Move, Fugazi, Banda Bassotti, Parry Music, Connie Case, David Bowie, Unwound, Nik Kershaw, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Scrapy, Roy Ayers, Max Romeo, Barrington Levy, Kevin Saunderson, The Techniques, The Invisible, Outsiders, The Trojans, Lou Christie, Sound Behaviour, Gong, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Tubeway Army, One Last Wish, Duran Duran, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Dave Clark Five, The Blues Magoos, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Harpers Bizarre, Black Pus, 48th St. Collective, Anakelly, Isaac Hayes, Funkadelic, Gil Scott Heron, Trumans Water, Matthew Halsall, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.

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)