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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.

All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Radio Birdman, Skarface, Spoonie Gee, Faraquet, Cameo, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Eric Dolphy, Godley & Creme, Model 500, Young Marble Giants, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Offenders, Underground Resistance, Boz Scaggs, Bobbi Humphrey, Pet Shop Boys, Ash Ra Tempel, Goldenarms, The Motions, The Durutti Column, Youth Brigade, Alton Ellis, Arab on Radar, Crispian St. Peters, Surgeon, Television Personalities, Dual Sessions, David McCallum, Echo & the Bunnymen, Ten City, Matthew Bourne, Funky Four + One, Sound Behaviour, The Slits, B.T. Express, Brothers Johnson, 48th St. Collective, The Mighty Diamonds, Rites of Spring, Gang Starr, Section 25, Kerri Chandler, The Royal Family And The Poor, Zapp, Gerry Rafferty, Barrington Levy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Amon Düül II, L. Decosne, Lakeside, Deepchord, Monks, The Fall, Black Bananas, Q65, Grandmaster Flash, AZ, Gian Franco Pienzio, Cluster, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bill Near, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.

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)