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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.

All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joensuu 1685, Boredoms, Gian Franco Pienzio, Magazine, Blancmange, The Fuzztones, Second Layer, The Royal Family And The Poor, Dual Sessions, Mary Jane Girls, The Grass Roots, the Swans, Sun City Girls, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Angels of Light, Radio Birdman, Prince Buster, Minnie Riperton, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Deakin, Joe Finger, The Sisters of Mercy, Michelle Simonal, Youth Brigade, Rites of Spring, Banda Bassotti, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Fugazi, Alphaville, Idris Muhammad, Black Bananas, Kas Product, Bobby Byrd, Khruangbin, Altered Images, Bootsy Collins, Tres Demented, Aloha Tigers, The Human League, Barclay James Harvest, Wings, Underground Resistance, Massinfluence, Johnny Osbourne, Pantytec, Joyce Sims, L. Decosne, The Velvet Underground, Jerry Gold Smith, Model 500, Lalann, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Colin Newman, Althea and Donna, La Düsseldorf, The Moody Blues, the Soft Cell, Tropical Tobacco, Fifty Foot Hose, Dave Gahan, Sound Behaviour, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.

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)