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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.

All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Derrick Morgan, Excepter, MDC, The Music Machine, Thee Headcoats, Pantytec, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Skatalites, Spoonie Gee, the Swans, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, JFA, Gong, Unwound, ABC, The Sisters of Mercy, Patti Smith, Warren Ellis, Lungfish, Blossom Toes, Sun City Girls, Rufus Thomas, The Dave Clark Five, Wolf Eyes, Joensuu 1685, The Associates, Terry Callier, Mars, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Marmalade, The Young Rascals, The Shadows of Knight, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Suburban Knight, Public Image Ltd., New Age Steppers, The Fire Engines, Neu!, Eurythmics, Man Eating Sloth, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Grass Roots, Pagans, Wally Richardson, Grey Daturas, The Misunderstood, The Motions, Pole, Chris & Cosey, Dead Boys, Anthony Braxton, Nils Olav, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ultravox, KRS-One, OOIOO, Reagan Youth, Gil Scott Heron, a-ha, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.

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)