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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.

All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Delon & Dalcan, Cluster, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Lyres, Rufus Thomas, the Normal, Metal Thangz, It's A Beautiful Day, The Star Department, The United States of America, New Order, Peter & Gordon, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Porter Ricks, Isaac Hayes, Piero Umiliani, The Doors, The Moleskins, Throbbing Gristle, Easy Going, Gastr Del Sol, Colin Newman, the Swans, The Tremeloes, June Days, Television, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Pulsallama, Das Ding, Von Mondo, The Move, The Slits, Excepter, Jandek, Barry Ungar, Sun Ra, Yazoo, Erasure, The Saints, Gang Gang Dance, Radiohead, Lindisfarne, Nas, Ossler, Spoonie Gee, The Beau Brummels, Aloha Tigers, Derrick Morgan, kango's stein massive, The Raincoats, Frankie Knuckles, Buzzcocks, The Barracudas, Louis and Bebe Barron, Oneida, Steve Hackett, Dark Day, Livin' Joy, Guru Guru, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.

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)