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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.

All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Television, Maurizio, Nick Fraelich, Bizarre Inc., Moby Grape, The Gun Club, Radio Birdman, UT, Ludus, David Axelrod, Gang Green, Nico, Altered Images, Cabaret Voltaire, cv313, The Electric Prunes, Gichy Dan, These Immortal Souls, Gil Scott Heron, Von Mondo, Whodini, Clear Light, Marine Girls, Gian Franco Pienzio, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Move, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Drive Like Jehu, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Mo-Dettes, The Buckinghams, Cecil Taylor, Marc Almond, Smog, Lee Hazlewood, Dark Day, Model 500, Nation of Ulysses, ABC, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Cheater Slicks, Minutemen, Gerry Rafferty, Qualms, Public Enemy, Aloha Tigers, Bush Tetras, Robert Hood, Sad Lovers and Giants, Al Stewart, Masters at Work, Mandrill, Animal Collective, Cybotron, Black Moon, Motorama, Rakim, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Country Teasers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)