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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.

All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joey Negro, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, the Germs, Bobby Hutcherson, Dual Sessions, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Jandek, Cecil Taylor, Henry Cow, Delon & Dalcan, Cheater Slicks, Radiohead, Cymande, Franke, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Sparks, Basic Channel, Goldenarms, Gregory Isaacs, Traffic Nightmare, Lou Reed & Metallica, Janne Schatter, The Shadows of Knight, Brothers Johnson, Sunsets and Hearts, Brand Nubian, Arthur Verocai, Cluster, Harpers Bizarre, Amazonics, The Sisters of Mercy, Excepter, Das Ding, Bill Wells, Marshall Jefferson, Johnny Osbourne, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Cure, Alison Limerick, Loose Ends, Slave, John Coltrane, Mantronix, Flipper, Echo & the Bunnymen, Nation of Ulysses, The Residents, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Tommy Roe, Piero Umiliani, The Doobie Brothers, Wally Richardson, The Wake, L. Decosne, The Trojans, LL Cool J, Von Mondo, Lee Hazlewood, Jacques Brel, La Düsseldorf, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.

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)