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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.

All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Erykah Badu, Sound Behaviour, Agitation Free, Dawn Penn, Pet Shop Boys, Nick Fraelich, Maurizio, John Cale, Negative Approach, the Soft Cell, Iggy Pop, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Bobby Byrd, The Fall, Excepter, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Saints, Bizarre Inc., Scratch Acid, Shoche, Gang Gang Dance, The Cosmic Jokers, The Victims, The Pop Group, Ash Ra Tempel, The Mighty Diamonds, Theoretical Girls, Bill Wells, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Amon Düül II, Tubeway Army, Goldenarms, The Litter, Ponytail, Television, The Fire Engines, Silicon Teens, Danielle Patucci, Shuggie Otis, Judy Mowatt, Jimmy McGriff, The Pretty Things, This Heat, Lou Reed, The United States of America, The Sound, Wire, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Lungfish, Hasil Adkins, MDC, Pharoah Sanders, These Immortal Souls, Barclay James Harvest, Hot Snakes, Jesper Dahlbäck, Roxette, June Days, Cybotron, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Gladiators, Moby Grape, Lou Reed & John Cale, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.

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)