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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.

All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Be Bop Deluxe, Rekid, Cabaret Voltaire, Letta Mbulu, Harmonia, Chrome, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Mars, The Dave Clark Five, Oblivians, Matthew Bourne, Oneida, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Invisible, Public Enemy, Neil Young, Tubeway Army, Funky Four + One, Roy Ayers, Connie Case, The Selecter, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Eden Ahbez, Depeche Mode, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Gun Club, Soft Machine, Au Pairs, Unrelated Segments, Jacob Miller, Chris & Cosey, Agent Orange, Pulsallama, Stetsasonic, Aloha Tigers, Robert Wyatt, David McCallum, Selector Dub Narcotic, Ultravox, Quando Quango, Sonic Youth, Tim Buckley, Lou Christie, Suburban Knight, Gabor Szabo, Throbbing Gristle, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Stockholm Monsters, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Sun Ra Arkestra, Prince Buster, Flamin' Groovies, Gregory Isaacs, Scan 7, Lou Reed & John Cale, John Holt, Joe Finger, Royal Trux, Fela Kuti, Peter and Kerry, OOIOO, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.

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)