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 Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.

All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Grandmaster Flash, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Wally Richardson, Gregory Isaacs, Lee Hazlewood, Oneida, Absolute Body Control, Piero Umiliani, Delta 5, Scientists, Minor Threat, Jandek, Deepchord, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Trojans, Scion, Derrick Morgan, Country Joe & The Fish, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Stereo Dub, Bobby Womack, Rekid, Bobby Hutcherson, Easy Going, Bad Manners, Rosa Yemen, B.T. Express, The Index, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Outsiders, Sun City Girls, Niagra, David Bowie, Wasted Youth, Wings, Warsaw, Anthony Braxton, DJ Style, The United States of America, Curtis Mayfield, Roxette, The Gories, The Modern Lovers, Shuggie Otis, Brass Construction, L. Decosne, Sugar Minott, The Chocolate Watch Band, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Fifty Foot Hose, This Heat, Thompson Twins, The American Breed, Skriet, The Leaves, Pere Ubu, The Selecter, Jeff Lynne, Eddi Front, Echo & the Bunnymen, Oblivians, Funkadelic, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.

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)