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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.

All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Eddi Front, The Offenders, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Drive Like Jehu, The Trojans, Sparks, Boogie Down Productions, Interpol, Cabaret Voltaire, Make Up, The Doobie Brothers, Quantec, The Seeds, Little Man, The Skatalites, Y Pants, Bizarre Inc., Gastr Del Sol, the Swans, Loose Ends, Black Flag, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Velvet Underground, Freddie Wadling, U.S. Maple, Dave Gahan, Man Parrish, a-ha, Dark Day, Kerri Chandler, Oneida, The Litter, Black Pus, Sun Ra, Soft Machine, The Durutti Column, Pantaleimon, Sun City Girls, PIL, Oppenheimer Analysis, Joe Finger, Bobbi Humphrey, Camouflage, The Wake, Public Image Ltd., The Sisters of Mercy, Deepchord, Bobby Sherman, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Dennis Brown, Pussy Galore, Barrington Levy, Magma, Ash Ra Tempel, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Oblivians, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), UT, Pole, DJ Sneak, Tommy Roe, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)