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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.

All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Swell Maps, Dual Sessions, The Walker Brothers, Quando Quango, Aural Exciters, Sex Pistols, Skriet, Frankie Knuckles, Excepter, The Flesh Eaters, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Lou Christie, Chris & Cosey, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Supertramp, The Blackbyrds, The United States of America, The Invisible, Howard Jones, The Standells, World's Most, Loose Ends, Organ, Absolute Body Control, UT, Louis and Bebe Barron, Joey Negro, Sarah Menescal, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Seeds, Country Teasers, Soul II Soul, Leonard Cohen, Morten Harket, Mark Hollis, Brothers Johnson, The Golliwogs, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Public Enemy, In Retrospect, DJ Style, Television Personalities, Von Mondo, Skaos, Groovy Waters, The Birthday Party, Josef K, Unrelated Segments, Procol Harum, Popol Vuh, Sight & Sound, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ossler, Smog, Q65, The Associates, Curtis Mayfield, Jeff Mills, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Fear, Althea and Donna, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.

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)