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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.

All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nico, Rakim, Black Moon, Kevin Saunderson, Peter and Kerry, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Pere Ubu, Minnie Riperton, Delta 5, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, LL Cool J, Blossom Toes, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Massinfluence, Eli Mardock, Lalann, Bobby Sherman, U.S. Maple, Technova, Electric Prunes, Sonny Sharrock, Mandrill, Letta Mbulu, Steve Hackett, Sly & The Family Stone, Jesper Dahlback, The Raincoats, Slick Rick, The Shadows of Knight, Archie Shepp, Bootsy's Rubber Band, CMW, Parry Music, Henry Cow, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, June Days, The Seeds, Sarah Menescal, Flash Fearless, Tears for Fears, Lalo Schifrin, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Gun Club, The Blues Magoos, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Josef K, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Faraquet, The Evens, The Techniques, Gastr Del Sol, Chris Corsano, Magma, Y Pants, Sandy B, Roy Ayers, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Pantaleimon, Jandek, Connie Case, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.

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)