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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.

All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kool Moe Dee, Matthew Halsall, Pagans, The Music Machine, Leonard Cohen, Animal Collective, Underground Resistance, Robert Wyatt, Outsiders, Quadrant, The Grass Roots, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Black Dice, Slick Rick, Faraquet, The Happenings, The Cowsills, Main Source, Jandek, The Fugs, Kaleidoscope, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Archie Shepp, Fela Kuti, Dave Gahan, The Cure, Althea and Donna, the Sonics, MDC, Morten Harket, Harmonia, Duran Duran, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Youth Brigade, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, David McCallum, Glambeats Corp., The Skatalites, 48th St. Collective, Groovy Waters, Flipper, The Gories, Goldenarms, Grauzone, Intrusion, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, A Flock of Seagulls, Todd Rundgren, Smog, Pet Shop Boys, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Vogues, The Dead C, Aswad, The Fall, The Fuzztones, Rosa Yemen, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Evens, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Johnny Osbourne, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.

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)