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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.

All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Stockholm Monsters, The Skatalites, Charles Mingus, The Pretty Things, Matthew Bourne, The Grass Roots, Crooked Eye, Heavy D & The Boyz, Swell Maps, Easy Going, DeepChord presents Echospace, Ludus, Black Moon, Cameo, Audionom, Glenn Branca, The Names, Harpers Bizarre, The Gap Band, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Todd Rundgren, Hasil Adkins, Sun Ra, Eurythmics, The Sound, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Little Man, Matthew Halsall, Procol Harum, Alice Coltrane, Nik Kershaw, Joe Smooth, Icehouse, Saccharine Trust, Stereo Dub, Cybotron, The Remains, Blancmange, Duran Duran, The Monochrome Set, The Dirtbombs, Excepter, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Wire, Unrelated Segments, Soul Sonic Force, Roy Ayers, Funky Four + One, Morten Harket, Gian Franco Pienzio, Vainqueur, Kerri Chandler, Laurel Aitken, Surgeon, Barry Ungar, Dennis Brown, The Fortunes, Roxy Music, Soulsonic Force, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Lee Hazlewood, Crime, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.

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)