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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.

All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gregory Isaacs, Ralphi Rosario, Nas, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, La Düsseldorf, Panda Bear, B.T. Express, Procol Harum, The Doobie Brothers, Albert Ayler, Sad Lovers and Giants, Johnny Osbourne, Cecil Taylor, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Brick, PIL, Half Japanese, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Quando Quango, Scratch Acid, The Fire Engines, Ash Ra Tempel, Jacob Miller, Anthony Braxton, The Sisters of Mercy, Graham Central Station, Dave Gahan, It's A Beautiful Day, Neil Young, Lakeside, Von Mondo, Eurythmics, Chrome, Oppenheimer Analysis, Lightning Bolt, Hoover, Severed Heads, Nirvana, Average White Band, John Cale, Bush Tetras, Guru Guru, The Offenders, The Human League, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Ossler, John Coltrane, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Outsiders, Toni Rubio, Theoretical Girls, Soul II Soul, The Move, The Neon Judgement, Rod Modell, Cameo, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Shoche, Erykah Badu, Quadrant, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.

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)