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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.

All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Raincoats, Neu!, The Young Rascals, Swans, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Aaron Thompson, Soulsonic Force, The Standells, The Monochrome Set, Japan, Junior Murvin, Inner City, Connie Case, the Germs, Thompson Twins, L. Decosne, Reuben Wilson, Negative Approach, Brand Nubian, Trumans Water, Camouflage, Carl Craig, Gichy Dan, The Cosmic Jokers, The Golliwogs, Angry Samoans, Throbbing Gristle, Nirvana, Mars, Public Image Ltd., Rosa Yemen, The Modern Lovers, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Eyeless In Gaza, Saccharine Trust, Matthew Bourne, Marmalade, Tim Buckley, Marvin Gaye, Rapeman, The Evens, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Motions, Tomorrow, Yellowson, Dark Day, Josef K, Cluster, Soul II Soul, Slave, The Gun Club, Scientists, Jesper Dahlback, Bush Tetras, Shoche, Vladislav Delay, Maleditus Sound, LL Cool J, Aural Exciters, Ultramagnetic MC's, Black Moon, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.

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)