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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.

All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Bar-Kays, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Patti Smith, Glambeats Corp., Lou Reed, Eve St. Jones, The Mighty Diamonds, Sunsets and Hearts, DNA, Radio Birdman, Leonard Cohen, Mo-Dettes, Royal Trux, The Sound, The Seeds, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Count Five, Smog, Liaisons Dangereuses, Rufus Thomas, Rites of Spring, Jeff Lynne, Echospace, E-Dancer, The Five Americans, The Last Poets, Can, Godley & Creme, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, the Swans, Unwound, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Marc Almond, Yusef Lateef, Jimmy McGriff, Alton Ellis, Tomorrow, Delta 5, The Royal Family And The Poor, Oneida, the Sonics, Tubeway Army, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Reuben Wilson, Altered Images, Pantaleimon, Ajijia Myrayebe, Faust, Man Eating Sloth, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Schoolly D, Shuggie Otis, Grauzone, Marine Girls, Flash Fearless, June of 44, Audionom, Heaven 17, Joe Smooth, Sound Behaviour, Eddi Front, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.

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)