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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.

All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Leonard Cohen, Fela Kuti, Bronski Beat, LL Cool J, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The Mojo Men, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Arab on Radar, Q65, Blake Baxter, Graham Central Station, Oneida, Ash Ra Tempel, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Piero Umiliani, Fluxion, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Technova, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, John Cale, Oblivians, Newcleus, Jerry's Kids, Brand Nubian, Agitation Free, Pussy Galore, Blossom Toes, Bobby Byrd, Rekid, Echospace, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Associates, Nils Olav, The Trojans, K-Klass, Second Layer, Zapp, Boogie Down Productions, Girls At Our Best!, The Velvet Underground, The Star Department, Jawbox, Terry Callier, Donny Hathaway, Matthew Halsall, The Mummies, Swell Maps, The Victims, Barclay James Harvest, Scientists, La Düsseldorf, Magma, Spoonie Gee, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Bootsy Collins, Grandmaster Flash, The Gun Club, The Slackers, Eric B and Rakim, Crime, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.

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)