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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.

All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

John Foxx, Laurel Aitken, The Star Department, Crispy Ambulance, Derrick May, Anakelly, The Slits, The Mighty Diamonds, Delta 5, The Blackbyrds, Television, One Last Wish, Slick Rick, Lalann, The Real Kids, Matthew Halsall, Blancmange, Erasure, Reuben Wilson, Television Personalities, Barbara Tucker, Ultravox, Ronan, Terrestrial Tones, Gerry Rafferty, The Doobie Brothers, Arthur Verocai, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Count Five, Cabaret Voltaire, Morten Harket, Joey Negro, Minny Pops, Dead Boys, Cecil Taylor, Roy Ayers, Soft Cell, Public Image Ltd., The Trojans, Zero Boys, The Five Americans, China Crisis, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, E-Dancer, B.T. Express, Moss Icon, The Sonics, Louis and Bebe Barron, T.S.O.L., Swell Maps, Sun City Girls, The Detroit Cobras, Carl Craig, The Monks, Yaz, Pet Shop Boys, La Düsseldorf, Mary Jane Girls, Excepter, Cybotron, Anthony Braxton, John Holt, Bauhaus, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.

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)