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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.

All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Royal Family And The Poor, The Toasters, Danielle Patucci, Funkadelic, Oneida, Agent Orange, Absolute Body Control, Althea and Donna, Bronski Beat, Boogie Down Productions, Joy Division, Can, Nils Olav, Swell Maps, Erykah Badu, Scan 7, Ultramagnetic MC's, Altered Images, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Little Man, Soulsonic Force, Los Fastidios, Kango’s Stein Massive, Skaos, Pantaleimon, Cameo, Hardrive, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Dark Day, Porter Ricks, Bush Tetras, Deakin, The Monks, The Star Department, Faust, Au Pairs, Laurel Aitken, The Slits, David Bowie, Excepter, The New Christs, Susan Cadogan, Q and Not U, Black Flag, Lou Reed & John Cale, Surgeon, New York Dolls, Guru Guru, UT, Chris Corsano, Sexual Harrassment, Delon & Dalcan, Bobby Sherman, Magazine, The Pop Group, The Monochrome Set, Lakeside, The Buckinghams, Ash Ra Tempel, Bobby Hutcherson, Sad Lovers and Giants, Soul Sonic Force, R.M.O., Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.

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)