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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.

All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Country Joe & The Fish, Fear, Von Mondo, The Evens, Cal Tjader, Roy Ayers, U.S. Maple, The Monochrome Set, Gregory Isaacs, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The American Breed, Kurtis Blow, The Pretty Things, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Organ, Harry Pussy, Ash Ra Tempel, Lakeside, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Standells, Blossom Toes, The Detroit Cobras, Supertramp, Unwound, Todd Terry, Terry Callier, Johnny Clarke, X-102, Idris Muhammad, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Move, Duran Duran, Soul Sonic Force, Sun Ra Arkestra, Jeff Mills, Q65, Pet Shop Boys, The Trojans, Section 25, The United States of America, DeepChord presents Echospace, Amon Düül II, Kerri Chandler, Skaos, Junior Murvin, Barrington Levy, AZ, Joensuu 1685, The Gap Band, L. Decosne, Freddie Wadling, Sexual Harrassment, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Ken Boothe, Lower 48, Kayak, Marmalade, Deadbeat, Sugar Minott, Tim Buckley, The Men They Couldn't Hang, T. Rex, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.

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)