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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.

All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jesper Dahlbäck, The Electric Prunes, Radiohead, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Ultravox, Sunsets and Hearts, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Groovy Waters, EPMD, Parry Music, Main Source, Louis and Bebe Barron, Scrapy, The Cowsills, The Smiths, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Unwound, Cal Tjader, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Lou Reed, The Fortunes, Kayak, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Circle Jerks, the Sonics, Simply Red, Barclay James Harvest, Gang Starr, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Stereo Dub, Rod Modell, Pylon, Glenn Branca, Lindisfarne, Essential Logic, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Lalann, Excepter, The Martian, Curtis Mayfield, Erykah Badu, Ash Ra Tempel, the Fania All-Stars, Ludus, the Swans, Boredoms, Fear, Selector Dub Narcotic, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Popol Vuh, Cymande, Robert Wyatt, Angry Samoans, The Neon Judgement, Kurtis Blow, The Monochrome Set, The Young Rascals, Spoonie Gee, The Sisters of Mercy, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.

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)