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 Botswana and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pet Shop Boys, Y Pants, 10cc, Curtis Mayfield, The Pop Group, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Hasil Adkins, Joey Negro, Isaac Hayes, Television, Dave Gahan, Kaleidoscope, Bill Wells, Camberwell Now, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Grandmaster Flash, Gang of Four, Crooked Eye, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Unwound, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, DeepChord presents Echospace, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, MC5, The Wake, Rod Modell, Shuggie Otis, Flash Fearless, The Dirtbombs, Louis and Bebe Barron, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, LL Cool J, Con Funk Shun, Matthew Halsall, The Victims, Country Joe & The Fish, Heavy D & The Boyz, Average White Band, Kango’s Stein Massive, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Scientists, Pagans, Mary Jane Girls, The Blackbyrds, The Monks, Terrestrial Tones, Arab on Radar, Junior Murvin, Todd Terry, The Offenders, The Cramps, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Fortunes, The Moleskins, Qualms, The Modern Lovers, The Smoke, The Selecter, Moebius, Symarip, a-ha, Fifty Foot Hose, Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.

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)