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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.

All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Marine Girls, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gichy Dan, Graham Central Station, Ten City, FM Einheit, Interpol, Metal Thangz, Sonic Youth, Judy Mowatt, the Germs, Pussy Galore, The Angels of Light, Nils Olav, Robert Wyatt, Hasil Adkins, Make Up, Jawbox, Joe Finger, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Masters at Work, The Slackers, Kool Moe Dee, Roxette, Monolake, Suicide, Selector Dub Narcotic, Albert Ayler, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Cosmic Jokers, Newcleus, Nas, Massinfluence, Rhythm & Sound, The Human League, June Days, Tim Buckley, Sugar Minott, Gregory Isaacs, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Boogie Down Productions, Mo-Dettes, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Whodini, Nik Kershaw, Boredoms, Bobby Sherman, Excepter, Tomorrow, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Fifty Foot Hose, Liaisons Dangereuses, Soulsonic Force, Marvin Gaye, The Five Americans, Brothers Johnson, T.S.O.L., Spandau Ballet, Barry Ungar, The Count Five, 10cc, Gil Scott Heron, DeepChord presents Echospace, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.

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)