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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.

All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Reed & Metallica, Graham Central Station, Anakelly, Gregory Isaacs, Das Ding, The Fire Engines, One Last Wish, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Deepchord, K-Klass, Qualms, Bill Near, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Unrelated Segments, Tim Buckley, Lonnie Liston Smith, Black Bananas, Moby Grape, The Kinks, Thee Headcoats, kango's stein massive, James Chance & The Contortions, The Electric Prunes, Flamin' Groovies, Brand Nubian, Davy DMX, Idris Muhammad, The Skatalites, Arab on Radar, Bootsy Collins, Talk Talk, Scan 7, Kaleidoscope, Yaz, Icehouse, Niagra, Bob Dylan, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Inner City, Jeru the Damaja, The Offenders, E-Dancer, Dorothy Ashby, Hashim, Toni Rubio, Freddie Wadling, The Techniques, Section 25, Albert Ayler, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Jimmy McGriff, The Slits, Yusef Lateef, Shoche, Beasts of Bourbon, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Sound, Gang Green, The Gun Club, Laurel Aitken, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.

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)