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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.

All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

David McCallum, Patti Smith, Letta Mbulu, Groovy Waters, World's Most, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Saints, Pere Ubu, Kevin Saunderson, Jacques Brel, The Fugs, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Moss Icon, Gichy Dan, Wings, Duran Duran, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Kayak, Tubeway Army, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Hardrive, Fugazi, The Stooges, Electric Light Orchestra, Lucky Dragons, Black Pus, Eric Copeland, Marine Girls, T.S.O.L., These Immortal Souls, Franke, Sight & Sound, In Retrospect, Absolute Body Control, Porter Ricks, Silicon Teens, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Standells, Massinfluence, Youth Brigade, Tim Buckley, Altered Images, Vladislav Delay, The Tremeloes, Rites of Spring, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, 8 Eyed Spy, Gregory Isaacs, The Cramps, Fat Boys, Wasted Youth, The Red Krayola, Oblivians, Sarah Menescal, A Certain Ratio, Television, Steve Hackett, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.

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)