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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.

All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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 One Last Wish record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Golliwogs, Ajijia Myrayebe, Rapeman, The Toasters, Absolute Body Control, Pulsallama, Simply Red, Robert Wyatt, Groovy Waters, Josef K, Eve St. Jones, Ludus, One Last Wish, FM Einheit, Heaven 17, The Blues Magoos, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, 48th St. Collective, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Junior Murvin, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Jacques Brel, The Fugs, The J.B.'s, Traffic Nightmare, Hasil Adkins, Index, Gang Green, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Toni Rubio, New Order, Urselle, Ornette Coleman, Cabaret Voltaire, Tomorrow, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Quadrant, Kenny Larkin, The Mojo Men, X-102, Avey Tare, Todd Terry, Ralphi Rosario, Interpol, Supertramp, Graham Central Station, Desert Stars, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Little Man, The Invisible, Bobbi Humphrey, Reuben Wilson, the Swans, Pet Shop Boys, Derrick Morgan, DeepChord presents Echospace, Skaos, Hoover, Scientists, Ultravox, Severed Heads, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.

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)