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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Standells to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.

All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jerry Gold Smith, Jeff Mills, Stiv Bators, Pulsallama, The Searchers, Grandmaster Flash, Shuggie Otis, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Sexual Harrassment, Gichy Dan, Jawbox, Donald Byrd, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Swans, Don Cherry, Johnny Clarke, Matthew Halsall, The Gladiators, The Buckinghams, Yaz, Ken Boothe, Clear Light, Blossom Toes, Slave, Michelle Simonal, Prince Buster, Unwound, Sixth Finger, Sight & Sound, Urselle, The Gun Club, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Franke, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Pretty Things, Fat Boys, Kevin Saunderson, The Electric Prunes, Brand Nubian, Gong, Chrome, The Doobie Brothers, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Monolake, Gang of Four, The Busters, Sex Pistols, Surgeon, Bronski Beat, Max Romeo, Minnie Riperton, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Black Pus, The Dirtbombs, Throbbing Gristle, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Soft Cell, Ornette Coleman, Kenny Larkin, Little Man, Tubeway Army, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.

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)