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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.

All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Gian Franco Pienzio, Rhythim Is Rhythim, D'Angelo, Silicon Teens, Swell Maps, Negative Approach, Amon Düül II, Blancmange, Camouflage, Sarah Menescal, kango's stein massive, Das Ding, Panda Bear, Jeff Mills, Hot Snakes, X-102, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Excepter, Kaleidoscope, Bauhaus, Idris Muhammad, Rod Modell, The Stooges, June of 44, Flash Fearless, The Durutti Column, Curtis Mayfield, Urselle, Mark Hollis, The Happenings, Joe Finger, Funky Four + One, Neil Young, Roxette, Carl Craig, Cabaret Voltaire, Nation of Ulysses, Terry Callier, The Moody Blues, The Fugs, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Marshall Jefferson, The Buckinghams, Khruangbin, Janne Schatter, The Five Americans, Sixth Finger, Visage, JFA, Todd Terry, Malaria!, The Flesh Eaters, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Circle Jerks, Sun City Girls, The Sonics, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Black Bananas, Erasure, Monolake, Aloha Tigers, The Sound, 48th St. Collective, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.

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)