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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.

All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sister Nancy, Soft Cell, Barry Ungar, Camberwell Now, The Cowsills, Lower 48, KRS-One, Lungfish, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Jimmy McGriff, X-101, Swell Maps, The Golliwogs, Archie Shepp, The Kinks, Khruangbin, Black Flag, New York Dolls, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Leaves, Fat Boys, Avey Tare, Bobby Sherman, Erykah Badu, Lou Reed & John Cale, EPMD, Hashim, Lalo Schifrin, Connie Case, Joensuu 1685, Bronski Beat, Patti Smith, Inner City, Flash Fearless, Q65, Henry Cow, Tomorrow, 48th St. Collective, Schoolly D, Gang of Four, The Litter, Technova, Warren Ellis, The Vogues, Juan Atkins, Buzzcocks, Ituana, The Gladiators, La Düsseldorf, Radio Birdman, The Associates, Deakin, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Godley & Creme, The Shadows of Knight, Graham Central Station, Crispian St. Peters, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, In Retrospect, Ultra Naté, Procol Harum, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.

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)