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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.

All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Magazine, The Zeros, Matthew Bourne, Terrestrial Tones, Albert Ayler, Dave Gahan, Severed Heads, U.S. Maple, Piero Umiliani, Crispy Ambulance, X-102, Tubeway Army, The Real Kids, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Tremeloes, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Barracudas, London Community Gospel Choir, The Busters, Vaughan Mason & Crew, The Offenders, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Selector Dub Narcotic, Ten City, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Swans, Mo-Dettes, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Jerry Gold Smith, The Motions, Stockholm Monsters, Boogie Down Productions, Pet Shop Boys, Camberwell Now, Sun Ra Arkestra, Crime, Circle Jerks, Maurizio, John Coltrane, Thee Headcoats, T. Rex, Average White Band, Prince Buster, The Associates, Motorama, Arthur Verocai, The Slits, 48th St. Collective, Lightning Bolt, Half Japanese, Dead Boys, The Walker Brothers, John Cale, 8 Eyed Spy, Charles Mingus, Vainqueur, Lalo Schifrin, Urselle, Pere Ubu, Althea and Donna, Pagans, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.

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)