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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.

All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joey Negro, the Normal, Soul II Soul, Public Enemy, Schoolly D, Barclay James Harvest, Cheater Slicks, The Stooges, The Buckinghams, Eden Ahbez, Lou Reed, Trumans Water, Jandek, Soft Machine, Ash Ra Tempel, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Camouflage, Heavy D & The Boyz, Sun City Girls, Hardrive, Leonard Cohen, the Association, Man Parrish, AZ, Lee Hazlewood, JFA, Henry Cow, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Delon & Dalcan, Panda Bear, Eddi Front, E-Dancer, Ultramagnetic MC's, Matthew Halsall, Colin Newman, Harpers Bizarre, Joensuu 1685, Stiv Bators, The Wake, Sam Rivers, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Rhythm & Sound, Sällskapet, Sexual Harrassment, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Judy Mowatt, Index, Kenny Larkin, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Smiths, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Eric Dolphy, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Smoke, Banda Bassotti, Neu!, Glambeats Corp., Angry Samoans, The Walker Brothers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Archie Shepp, Boogie Down Productions, Reagan Youth, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.

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)