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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.

All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Mummies, Rufus Thomas, Rapeman, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Golliwogs, Yazoo, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Arthur Verocai, Zero Boys, Pere Ubu, Juan Atkins, Slick Rick, Eric Copeland, Funkadelic, Sun Ra, MC5, Minny Pops, Todd Rundgren, The Doobie Brothers, Lungfish, Crash Course in Science, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Oneida, Gichy Dan, Banda Bassotti, Brick, The Monks, Ronnie Foster, Nirvana, Underground Resistance, Pantaleimon, Kenny Larkin, The New Christs, Nation of Ulysses, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Invisible, The Names, Soul II Soul, The Motions, The Walker Brothers, Lou Christie, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Nick Fraelich, Black Bananas, AZ, Erykah Badu, Tubeway Army, Ajijia Myrayebe, Surgeon, Ronan, Shoche, Cecil Taylor, Barrington Levy, Fela Kuti, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Doors, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Five Americans, Frankie Knuckles, Eric B and Rakim, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.

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)