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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.

All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Gang Starr, Echospace, Soulsonic Force, Alison Limerick, Jerry Gold Smith, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Gil Scott Heron, Matthew Halsall, Grandmaster Flash, Saccharine Trust, Ohio Players, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Nick Fraelich, Derrick Morgan, The Star Department, Negative Approach, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Dave Gahan, Graham Central Station, New Order, Make Up, Stiv Bators, Youth Brigade, Sonny Sharrock, Country Joe & The Fish, UT, Man Parrish, The Litter, Curtis Mayfield, New Age Steppers, Archie Shepp, The Gun Club, Frankie Knuckles, Ronan, The Modern Lovers, Pussy Galore, Roxette, Qualms, PIL, Tubeway Army, Mantronix, Scrapy, Ornette Coleman, John Coltrane, Lakeside, the Normal, Hoover, Marshall Jefferson, Chrome, Kurtis Blow, Liliput, Jimmy McGriff, The Buckinghams, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Kerrie Biddell, Deadbeat, Ash Ra Tempel, The Fugs, Sound Behaviour, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.

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)