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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Star Department, The Skatalites, Howard Jones, The Music Machine, In Retrospect, Moby Grape, Avey Tare, Swans, Dave Gahan, Echospace, Magma, Youth Brigade, Animal Collective, La Düsseldorf, Trumans Water, Harmonia, Malaria!, Country Teasers, Juan Atkins, The Tremeloes, David Bowie, Talk Talk, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Lightning Bolt, Big Daddy Kane, Terrestrial Tones, Larry & the Blue Notes, Blossom Toes, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Maleditus Sound, Cabaret Voltaire, Pere Ubu, Los Fastidios, Oppenheimer Analysis, Jandek, The Invisible, The Standells, Oblivians, Crooked Eye, The Index, Young Marble Giants, Fluxion, Gang Starr, David Axelrod, Fugazi, The Smoke, Robert Wyatt, Jesper Dahlback, Anthony Braxton, Todd Terry, James White and The Blacks, Procol Harum, Amon Düül II, Bill Wells, Albert Ayler, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Pulsallama, Lindisfarne, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Swell Maps, UT, Ossler, Fifty Foot Hose, Negative Approach, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).

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)