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 China and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.

All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Carl Craig, The Wake, The Beau Brummels, The Sound, Sight & Sound, The J.B.'s, The Offenders, The Buckinghams, Whodini, Qualms, Echospace, the Association, Wire, the Germs, Terry Callier, Matthew Halsall, Agitation Free, Kings Of Tomorrow, Sound Behaviour, Japan, Liaisons Dangereuses, Rakim, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Trojans, Dave Gahan, Black Sheep, Warsaw, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Man Parrish, Ornette Coleman, Chris Corsano, The Velvet Underground, Fatback Band, Bronski Beat, Eurythmics, Eddi Front, Crispy Ambulance, New Order, Gong, Max Romeo, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Q and Not U, Radiohead, The Fortunes, Maleditus Sound, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Dark Day, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Quadrant, The United States of America, Jerry's Kids, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Cosmic Jokers, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, F. McDonald, The Dirtbombs, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Sarah Menescal, Grandmaster Flash, Roy Ayers, Von Mondo, The Red Krayola, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.

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)