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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.

All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Desert Stars, Sound Behaviour, Saccharine Trust, The Cosmic Jokers, Joey Negro, Robert Wyatt, Kurtis Blow, Neu!, Suburban Knight, Heaven 17, Barbara Tucker, Joensuu 1685, The Shadows of Knight, Gian Franco Pienzio, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Negative Approach, Magma, Guru Guru, Fela Kuti, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Inner City, The Flesh Eaters, The Gun Club, DJ Sneak, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Jacques Brel, Dark Day, Funky Four + One, Bauhaus, Con Funk Shun, Organ, Tomorrow, Selector Dub Narcotic, Cluster, Cameo, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, John Lydon, Isaac Hayes, Swell Maps, Hashim, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Barry Ungar, Eurythmics, Sonny Sharrock, ABC, The Sisters of Mercy, Monolake, Nik Kershaw, D'Angelo, Amazonics, Goldenarms, Scott Walker, Dave Gahan, The Gories, Eve St. Jones, Crooked Eye, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Peter and Kerry, Scientists, Ossler, The Real Kids, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.

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)