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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.

All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Barracudas, Gian Franco Pienzio, Kerri Chandler, Girls At Our Best!, Easy Going, Nico, The Litter, Q and Not U, R.M.O., Little Man, Skarface, Johnny Clarke, Derrick Morgan, Gichy Dan, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Blues Magoos, Silicon Teens, Blake Baxter, Radiohead, Minnie Riperton, Sound Behaviour, The Electric Prunes, Bronski Beat, Duran Duran, Mark Hollis, Tropical Tobacco, Khruangbin, Pylon, Jandek, Fat Boys, Funkadelic, Lakeside, DeepChord presents Echospace, Isaac Hayes, Grey Daturas, Roy Ayers, John Lydon, The Leaves, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Smog, Roger Hodgson, Slick Rick, Pharoah Sanders, The Evens, Jacob Miller, Louis and Bebe Barron, Scrapy, The Neon Judgement, The Gap Band, Newcleus, Mantronix, Donald Byrd, Cecil Taylor, The Royal Family And The Poor, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Glenn Branca, Sad Lovers and Giants, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Danielle Patucci, The Music Machine, Maurizio, Godley & Creme, Metal Thangz, Crispy Ambulance, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.

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)