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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 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 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.

All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

10cc, Television Personalities, The Detroit Cobras, Colin Newman, Simply Red, New Age Steppers, Jesper Dahlbäck, Ice-T, Don Cherry, Barbara Tucker, Andrew Hill, Minor Threat, Kerrie Biddell, Kevin Saunderson, Vladislav Delay, Joe Finger, Gong, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, X-102, Sly & The Family Stone, Flamin' Groovies, Marc Almond, Bill Wells, Television, Cheater Slicks, X-Ray Spex, E-Dancer, Roxy Music, Sound Behaviour, These Immortal Souls, Scan 7, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Jeru the Damaja, Jacques Brel, Fela Kuti, Jesper Dahlback, Minnie Riperton, The Sound, The Mojo Men, Toni Rubio, Delon & Dalcan, Soul Sonic Force, The Skatalites, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Mars, Main Source, New York Dolls, Tears for Fears, Sunsets and Hearts, Ralphi Rosario, Bobby Womack, Rufus Thomas, Pylon, Tom Boy, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Ituana, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Reuben Wilson, Pussy Galore, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.

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)