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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.

All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Dave Gahan, Moss Icon, Yusef Lateef, Crooked Eye, Thee Headcoats, DJ Sneak, Freddie Wadling, Colin Newman, Jacob Miller, Cecil Taylor, Jeru the Damaja, Panda Bear, Drexciya, Blancmange, Scan 7, Wire, the Fania All-Stars, The Electric Prunes, Donald Byrd, Gil Scott Heron, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, ABBA, Neil Young, Mo-Dettes, Youth Brigade, The Vogues, Shoche, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Monochrome Set, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Pylon, Davy DMX, World's Most, Sarah Menescal, The Stooges, Swell Maps, The Neon Judgement, CMW, Chrome, The Associates, Dorothy Ashby, Electric Light Orchestra, Roger Hodgson, Japan, Main Source, Leonard Cohen, Terry Callier, Bluetip, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Barrington Levy, Fugazi, Minor Threat, The Sisters of Mercy, Robert Hood, Sonny Sharrock, The Seeds, Little Man, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, John Cale, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, DeepChord presents Echospace, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.

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)