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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.

All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 Fluxion record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Saints, Sonic Youth, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Harmonia, The Gun Club, Yellowson, Bobby Byrd, AZ, Radio Birdman, John Coltrane, The Index, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Lou Reed & Metallica, Magma, Tres Demented, U.S. Maple, MDC, The Offenders, Alphaville, The Toasters, Trumans Water, Tropical Tobacco, Sun Ra Arkestra, Babytalk, Shoche, Mr. Review, Franke, Marvin Gaye, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, It's A Beautiful Day, Aloha Tigers, The Fire Engines, The Sonics, Donny Hathaway, Niagra, The Young Rascals, Delta 5, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Josef K, Pharoah Sanders, Scott Walker, Stetsasonic, Dead Boys, Mark Hollis, 8 Eyed Spy, Lou Reed, Pulsallama, Bobby Womack, Matthew Halsall, The Monochrome Set, The Martian, Judy Mowatt, Blancmange, Rakim, F. McDonald, Crime, The New Christs, Eli Mardock, Procol Harum, Terrestrial Tones, Ronan, Sunsets and Hearts, David McCallum, Rotary Connection, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.

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)