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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.

All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Aaron Thompson, Todd Terry, Leonard Cohen, Jesper Dahlback, The Litter, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Mark Hollis, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Robert Wyatt, The Cowsills, June of 44, Television Personalities, Fela Kuti, Glambeats Corp., New Age Steppers, Pulsallama, Amazonics, Grey Daturas, Black Sheep, Anthony Braxton, Donny Hathaway, Outsiders, Ronnie Foster, Harmonia, David Axelrod, Freddie Wadling, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Idris Muhammad, The Skatalites, James Chance & The Contortions, Bob Dylan, Pantaleimon, JFA, The Pretty Things, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Fuzztones, Glenn Branca, Sixth Finger, Slick Rick, Average White Band, Joyce Sims, E-Dancer, Graham Central Station, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Japan, Youth Brigade, The Divine Comedy, Chrome, Silicon Teens, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Soft Cell, Andrew Hill, Lonnie Liston Smith, Underground Resistance, Delta 5, Goldenarms, Ten City, The Misunderstood, Fifty Foot Hose, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.

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)