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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.

All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jacques Brel, Max Romeo, Radiopuhelimet, Quantec, Talk Talk, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lalann, Kool Moe Dee, Gregory Isaacs, OOIOO, Throbbing Gristle, the Swans, Young Marble Giants, Chris & Cosey, DeepChord presents Echospace, Tres Demented, Bill Near, Colin Newman, Boogie Down Productions, Ronnie Foster, Todd Terry, the Germs, The Gories, Pet Shop Boys, Terry Callier, Robert Wyatt, Television, Smog, Lou Christie, Letta Mbulu, The Selecter, Rod Modell, Ponytail, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Jeff Mills, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Peter and Kerry, New Age Steppers, Malaria!, kango's stein massive, Ronan, Barrington Levy, Excepter, Neu!, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Boredoms, Mary Jane Girls, Dawn Penn, Hot Snakes, Interpol, Man Eating Sloth, The Evens, the Normal, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Wally Richardson, Crooked Eye, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Laurel Aitken, T.S.O.L., Whodini, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.

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)