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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.

All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Letta Mbulu, Gang of Four, K-Klass, Terrestrial Tones, The Jesus and Mary Chain, 10cc, Brick, Anakelly, June of 44, Sparks, The Blues Magoos, Nas, The Offenders, Fear, DNA, Tubeway Army, Liliput, Derrick May, Marmalade, Sixth Finger, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Pagans, Malaria!, the Swans, Motorama, Adolescents, R.M.O., The Gladiators, Loose Ends, Alison Limerick, Country Joe & The Fish, Bobby Womack, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Alarm Clocks, Cybotron, Roy Ayers, Tommy Roe, Tropical Tobacco, Pet Shop Boys, Dawn Penn, Mr. Review, Radiohead, John Foxx, Aaron Thompson, Popol Vuh, Cluster, Louis and Bebe Barron, The Sisters of Mercy, Underground Resistance, MC5, the Sonics, Icehouse, Symarip, Ken Boothe, Siglo XX, Scott Walker, Joy Division, Kerrie Biddell, Patti Smith, Lou Christie, The Durutti Column, Schoolly D, Gang Gang Dance, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.

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)