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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.

All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Blancmange, Sandy B, The Buckinghams, James Chance & The Contortions, The Knickerbockers, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Connie Case, Alison Limerick, Gian Franco Pienzio, Larry & the Blue Notes, Iggy Pop, This Heat, DeepChord presents Echospace, Jesper Dahlback, Marmalade, Scrapy, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Skatalites, The Count Five, Mark Hollis, Gang Green, Moby Grape, Brothers Johnson, Sonic Youth, Visage, The Shadows of Knight, Max Romeo, New Age Steppers, Tears for Fears, Gang of Four, Make Up, Radiohead, Bobbi Humphrey, Black Sheep, Don Cherry, The Stooges, Eli Mardock, Glenn Branca, Johnny Clarke, Jerry Gold Smith, Loose Ends, Eric Copeland, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Cymande, Pantytec, One Last Wish, Jacob Miller, The Neon Judgement, Leonard Cohen, Aural Exciters, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Hoover, Black Pus, Sexual Harrassment, The Cowsills, Oneida, Black Flag, Second Layer, Ludus, The Doors, T. Rex, Angry Samoans, World's Most, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.

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)