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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.

All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ronan, Nick Fraelich, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Dave Gahan, Banda Bassotti, Scott Walker, Black Flag, Skriet, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Grey Daturas, Steve Hackett, Severed Heads, The Durutti Column, Ash Ra Tempel, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Kayak, Sly & The Family Stone, Alice Coltrane, Babytalk, Eric Dolphy, Ajijia Myrayebe, Minny Pops, Glambeats Corp., Index, Ultravox, Donald Byrd, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Shoche, Derrick Morgan, David McCallum, Marmalade, DeepChord presents Echospace, Jerry Gold Smith, Main Source, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Smiths, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Smog, Gong, Sex Pistols, Joe Finger, Brand Nubian, Soft Cell, Barbara Tucker, Roy Ayers, The Knickerbockers, Ultramagnetic MC's, Kenny Larkin, Charles Mingus, The Fire Engines, A Certain Ratio, Soft Machine, Popol Vuh, Erykah Badu, Swans, Lindisfarne, Black Bananas, The Flesh Eaters, The Golliwogs, Quadrant, Al Stewart, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.

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)