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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.

All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gastr Del Sol, Parry Music, Soul Sonic Force, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Audionom, Maurizio, Marine Girls, Anakelly, Section 25, Grandmaster Flash, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Public Image Ltd., Ossler, Amon Düül, Kas Product, Ponytail, The Beau Brummels, Gil Scott Heron, DJ Sneak, Barrington Levy, Terrestrial Tones, The Searchers, Wire, Sad Lovers and Giants, Pulsallama, Ice-T, Zero Boys, Tubeway Army, Whodini, Yaz, Lightning Bolt, Lindisfarne, The Selecter, Public Enemy, Intrusion, LL Cool J, Ludus, Roger Hodgson, Youth Brigade, Ajijia Myrayebe, Hasil Adkins, Cybotron, Eden Ahbez, Fear, Susan Cadogan, a-ha, Chrome, Aswad, Peter and Kerry, The Evens, MC5, Bobby Womack, Colin Newman, Schoolly D, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, A Certain Ratio, The Walker Brothers, Spandau Ballet, Drexciya, Urselle, Porter Ricks, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.

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)