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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.

All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

cv313, Ralphi Rosario, Blake Baxter, Youth Brigade, Al Stewart, Trumans Water, Gabor Szabo, Pussy Galore, Roy Ayers, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Guru Guru, The Invisible, Black Sheep, Gong, Todd Rundgren, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Monks, Matthew Bourne, The Star Department, Ultramagnetic MC's, Visage, The Offenders, Sun City Girls, Black Pus, The Angels of Light, Lyres, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Los Fastidios, Television, Radiopuhelimet, The Dead C, La Düsseldorf, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, DJ Sneak, Lightning Bolt, The Searchers, Excepter, Neil Young, John Cale, Roger Hodgson, Gastr Del Sol, Crispy Ambulance, Scion, Drexciya, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Pretty Things, The Techniques, Fifty Foot Hose, Wings, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Livin' Joy, the Human League, The Seeds, Scott Walker, ABBA, DeepChord presents Echospace, Donald Byrd, Jeff Lynne, Swell Maps, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Lou Reed, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.

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)