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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.

All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soul II Soul, Monolake, Swans, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Pop Group, Sugar Minott, Crispian St. Peters, Guru Guru, June Days, Skarface, Minny Pops, Alton Ellis, Pylon, Derrick May, Flash Fearless, JFA, Al Stewart, Shuggie Otis, Ultimate Spinach, The Royal Family And The Poor, Circle Jerks, Rotary Connection, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, ABC, The Vogues, MDC, Ohio Players, Minutemen, Joyce Sims, Rufus Thomas, Johnny Osbourne, Eddi Front, David Axelrod, Lee Hazlewood, Swell Maps, Camouflage, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Sexual Harrassment, Groovy Waters, Black Bananas, Drexciya, The Electric Prunes, Severed Heads, Maurizio, Franke, Audionom, Amon Düül II, The Cosmic Jokers, Magma, Kurtis Blow, Lou Christie, Girls At Our Best!, Minnie Riperton, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Tom Boy, Flamin' Groovies, Fad Gadget, Easy Going, Blancmange, Pole, Dark Day, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.

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)