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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.

All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scratch Acid, Anakelly, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Tres Demented, Gichy Dan, Supertramp, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Harpers Bizarre, Kas Product, The Shadows of Knight, Y Pants, Sex Pistols, Jimmy McGriff, The Barracudas, Bill Wells, Barclay James Harvest, The Smiths, Bang On A Can, Roxy Music, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Isaac Hayes, The Names, David McCallum, Brothers Johnson, The Sonics, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, World's Most, Mars, Sunsets and Hearts, Jeff Mills, The Monks, Tim Buckley, The Selecter, Peter and Kerry, Laurel Aitken, Warsaw, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Fat Boys, Ralphi Rosario, Scan 7, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Basic Channel, The Dead C, Sugar Minott, Kool Moe Dee, Black Flag, Scientists, The Cure, The Sisters of Mercy, OOIOO, Robert Wyatt, Urselle, The Smoke, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Amon Düül, Country Joe & The Fish, Jeff Lynne, Radio Birdman, Man Eating Sloth, Smog, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.

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)