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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.

All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nick Fraelich, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Peter and Kerry, Traffic Nightmare, Lou Reed, Motorama, Oblivians, Rotary Connection, This Heat, The Cosmic Jokers, Joy Division, Organ, Quando Quango, Robert Görl, China Crisis, In Retrospect, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, AZ, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Michelle Simonal, Suburban Knight, Pharoah Sanders, Marine Girls, Bang On A Can, Rekid, Joe Smooth, Byron Stingily, Peter & Gordon, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Cluster, Colin Newman, Deadbeat, Eddi Front, Hasil Adkins, The Human League, Electric Light Orchestra, The Monochrome Set, Jandek, Andrew Hill, The Knickerbockers, Gastr Del Sol, Country Joe & The Fish, Ituana, Sällskapet, Tom Boy, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Royal Trux, Joey Negro, Soulsonic Force, Tubeway Army, DJ Style, Barry Ungar, Delon & Dalcan, Toni Rubio, Minutemen, Agent Orange, Masters at Work, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.

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)