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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.

All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Roy Ayers, Barbara Tucker, Brothers Johnson, Swans, Suburban Knight, Hashim, Pierre Henry, Banda Bassotti, T.S.O.L., The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Marine Girls, Ralphi Rosario, a-ha, The Misunderstood, Young Marble Giants, Aaron Thompson, Pere Ubu, Graham Central Station, Donald Byrd, The Modern Lovers, Pet Shop Boys, Derrick Morgan, The United States of America, 10cc, DeepChord presents Echospace, Rufus Thomas, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Motions, The Mummies, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Monolake, Animal Collective, The Kinks, Essential Logic, Toni Rubio, Mission of Burma, Minor Threat, Sound Behaviour, Aswad, Wire, UT, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Supertramp, Cecil Taylor, Mary Jane Girls, Pole, Jerry Gold Smith, Robert Görl, Lightning Bolt, Bluetip, Icehouse, Terry Callier, Country Teasers, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Q65, Neu!, Prince Buster, The Happenings, Althea and Donna, Vainqueur, Scrapy, John Holt, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.

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)