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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.

All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jerry's Kids, The Names, Eurythmics, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Drive Like Jehu, UT, Pantaleimon, Surgeon, Aloha Tigers, Monolake, The Happenings, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Standells, Frankie Knuckles, Pierre Henry, Arab on Radar, Drexciya, Henry Cow, a-ha, Rites of Spring, Theoretical Girls, Ornette Coleman, Excepter, Davy DMX, Jandek, The Leaves, Flamin' Groovies, Vladislav Delay, Alison Limerick, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Glambeats Corp., Jeru the Damaja, Joyce Sims, Guru Guru, Index, U.S. Maple, Smog, Lalo Schifrin, Oneida, OOIOO, The Human League, DNA, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Tommy Roe, Gang of Four, Quantec, The Evens, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, the Association, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Pop Group, The Toasters, Sight & Sound, Bobbi Humphrey, Royal Trux, 8 Eyed Spy, Severed Heads, The Zeros, Scan 7, Circle Jerks, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)