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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.

All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Deadbeat, Mary Jane Girls, Jawbox, Fugazi, Desert Stars, Soft Cell, Youth Brigade, the Soft Cell, The Vogues, Flamin' Groovies, Sight & Sound, Magazine, The Pop Group, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Von Mondo, One Last Wish, The Busters, Pierre Henry, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Hashim, A Flock of Seagulls, Fatback Band, The Raincoats, Aaron Thompson, Tres Demented, Lou Reed & Metallica, Joey Negro, Minutemen, David Bowie, Sonny Sharrock, Index, DJ Style, Albert Ayler, The Smiths, Blake Baxter, Chrome, The Young Rascals, The Dead C, Gerry Rafferty, The Red Krayola, Television Personalities, Jesper Dahlback, Lakeside, The Mojo Men, The Beau Brummels, Zero Boys, Mantronix, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Cosmic Jokers, Country Joe & The Fish, The Black Dice, Leonard Cohen, Bauhaus, The Happenings, Gregory Isaacs, Stockholm Monsters, Grey Daturas, Massinfluence, The Residents, Faust, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.

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)