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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.

All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Knickerbockers, Japan, Derrick Morgan, Negative Approach, Pulsallama, Scratch Acid, Dennis Brown, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Kaleidoscope, Bluetip, It's A Beautiful Day, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Remains, Joensuu 1685, Clear Light, Qualms, The Mojo Men, Lucky Dragons, Letta Mbulu, Nas, Pet Shop Boys, Hot Snakes, Pagans, Eric B and Rakim, Liaisons Dangereuses, Susan Cadogan, Swans, Ronan, The Gun Club, Jesper Dahlbäck, Donald Byrd, The Young Rascals, Godley & Creme, Blake Baxter, Audionom, Deepchord, The Busters, Depeche Mode, T. Rex, Khruangbin, Donny Hathaway, kango's stein massive, The Gap Band, Crispian St. Peters, David McCallum, Black Moon, David Bowie, Jeff Mills, Procol Harum, The United States of America, MC5, Jawbox, Isaac Hayes, Aswad, Jerry Gold Smith, Massinfluence, The Modern Lovers, Deadbeat, Little Man, Babytalk, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Associates, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.

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)