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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.

All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Little Man, Leonard Cohen, The Chocolate Watch Band, Duran Duran, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Tim Buckley, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Alison Limerick, Smog, Bizarre Inc., This Heat, Skaos, The Birthday Party, Scientists, Boredoms, The Cure, Eric Dolphy, Todd Rundgren, Harmonia, Minor Threat, Television, Reuben Wilson, Rufus Thomas, Brass Construction, Faraquet, Procol Harum, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Au Pairs, Vladislav Delay, Al Stewart, The Saints, Black Flag, Bobby Hutcherson, T.S.O.L., Subhumans, Depeche Mode, The Buckinghams, Motorama, Nils Olav, Thee Headcoats, Q and Not U, X-101, New York Dolls, Sarah Menescal, A Certain Ratio, Piero Umiliani, Khruangbin, R.M.O., The Kinks, Lakeside, Chris Corsano, Cluster, the Germs, Black Sheep, Unwound, Roy Ayers, Suburban Knight, Theoretical Girls, Gastr Del Sol, Lonnie Liston Smith, Supertramp, DJ Style, The Gun Club, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.

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)