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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.

All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Absolute Body Control, The Real Kids, Icehouse, New York Dolls, Skarface, Alphaville, T. Rex, Skriet, One Last Wish, Cal Tjader, Max Romeo, Ohio Players, Television Personalities, Newcleus, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Crispian St. Peters, Public Enemy, Reuben Wilson, Amazonics, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Minutemen, L. Decosne, Vladislav Delay, OOIOO, Rapeman, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Birthday Party, Country Joe & The Fish, The Smiths, Ludus, The Dave Clark Five, Aswad, Joey Negro, Soft Machine, Flipper, The Music Machine, Young Marble Giants, June of 44, Sugar Minott, Ponytail, The Zeros, The Shadows of Knight, Sonic Youth, Lou Christie, Pantytec, Sight & Sound, Intrusion, Y Pants, Sällskapet, Cybotron, Ice-T, Underground Resistance, the Sonics, Sex Pistols, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, China Crisis, Moss Icon, Lou Reed, Graham Central Station, Half Japanese, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.

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)