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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.

All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Remains, Roxette, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Roxy Music, Excepter, The Gap Band, FM Einheit, Country Joe & The Fish, Pagans, The Royal Family And The Poor, Unrelated Segments, Youth Brigade, Gastr Del Sol, Joyce Sims, The Slits, Ten City, Basic Channel, Yellowson, James White and The Blacks, The Alarm Clocks, Massinfluence, Don Cherry, Flamin' Groovies, Mars, Barclay James Harvest, Half Japanese, The Techniques, Gian Franco Pienzio, Pole, Pharoah Sanders, Avey Tare, The Mojo Men, Goldenarms, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Soft Machine, Glambeats Corp., Jawbox, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Rakim, Dorothy Ashby, Delta 5, The Fire Engines, The Doobie Brothers, Aural Exciters, Beasts of Bourbon, Radiohead, Lightning Bolt, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Y Pants, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, John Foxx, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Pop Group, Michelle Simonal, Lucky Dragons, The Five Americans, Kerri Chandler, Urselle, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Freddie Wadling, Jesper Dahlbäck, Faust, Reagan Youth, Ronnie Foster, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.

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)