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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.

All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ten City, Absolute Body Control, Crispian St. Peters, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Depeche Mode, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Durutti Column, Matthew Halsall, Crash Course in Science, In Retrospect, Throbbing Gristle, Hardrive, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, A Certain Ratio, Bizarre Inc., Animal Collective, The Gap Band, Ronan, Y Pants, The Detroit Cobras, Robert Hood, These Immortal Souls, Judy Mowatt, Royal Trux, Donny Hathaway, Half Japanese, Ultra Naté, Beasts of Bourbon, Curtis Mayfield, Public Enemy, Sandy B, Scan 7, The Cramps, Skriet, Main Source, Kaleidoscope, Chris & Cosey, Bobby Byrd, Nico, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Gang of Four, Inner City, Lyres, Iggy Pop, Faraquet, DNA, Colin Newman, The Five Americans, Make Up, Lalo Schifrin, Johnny Clarke, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Kurtis Blow, The Fire Engines, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Ash Ra Tempel, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Country Joe & The Fish, Radiohead, Tim Buckley, Aural Exciters, Fear, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.

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)