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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?

Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Boredoms, Lightning Bolt, ABC, Moby Grape, OOIOO, Ken Boothe, Wire, Procol Harum, Flash Fearless, Pet Shop Boys, Circle Jerks, Soulsonic Force, Main Source, Das Ding, Popol Vuh, T. Rex, Khruangbin, The Music Machine, Todd Rundgren, Joe Finger, Eric B and Rakim, The New Christs, Camberwell Now, The Five Americans, Motorama, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Electric Prunes, 8 Eyed Spy, New Order, Steve Hackett, Deepchord, The Walker Brothers, The Royal Family And The Poor, Donny Hathaway, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Charles Mingus, Carl Craig, Alison Limerick, JFA, Pole, Arab on Radar, The Wake, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gabor Szabo, Ultimate Spinach, The Cowsills, A Certain Ratio, The Slackers, Colin Newman, The Offenders, Suburban Knight, Sällskapet, The Human League, K-Klass, Barbara Tucker, Mission of Burma, Flamin' Groovies, Absolute Body Control, Wally Richardson, The Moleskins, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.

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)