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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.

All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bobby Sherman, OOIOO, Index, Newcleus, KRS-One, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Underground Resistance, Country Joe & The Fish, Echospace, T. Rex, Skaos, Trumans Water, Jacob Miller, The Raincoats, Sällskapet, Brand Nubian, X-101, The Index, Amon Düül II, Delon & Dalcan, T.S.O.L., The Slackers, Goldenarms, Rosa Yemen, Faraquet, Eurythmics, Desert Stars, Franke, Roy Ayers, Al Stewart, The Skatalites, Bootsy's Rubber Band, PIL, Sixth Finger, Kas Product, The Pop Group, Lightning Bolt, Outsiders, Scientists, The Mighty Diamonds, John Coltrane, CMW, Gang Starr, Harpers Bizarre, Man Parrish, The Moody Blues, The Buckinghams, Ronnie Foster, Joey Negro, the Bar-Kays, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, AZ, Lalann, Ohio Players, Sonny Sharrock, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Glenn Branca, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Heaven 17, Jeff Mills, The Toasters, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.

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)