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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.

All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Saccharine Trust, The Star Department, Lungfish, The New Christs, E-Dancer, The Neon Judgement, Junior Murvin, Ajijia Myrayebe, Brass Construction, The Cosmic Jokers, Moebius, Gong, Arcadia, Marvin Gaye, Gang Gang Dance, Liaisons Dangereuses, Adolescents, Althea and Donna, Section 25, Joey Negro, The Velvet Underground, The Moody Blues, Danielle Patucci, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Cure, Agitation Free, June Days, The Mojo Men, Clear Light, Masters at Work, Lower 48, The Moleskins, Lucky Dragons, James Chance & The Contortions, Sad Lovers and Giants, Gang of Four, Youth Brigade, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Pantaleimon, Robert Wyatt, Tim Buckley, Model 500, Barclay James Harvest, Grandmaster Flash, Matthew Halsall, The Sonics, The Selecter, Harpers Bizarre, Icehouse, U.S. Maple, Maleditus Sound, Ultravox, Reuben Wilson, June of 44, Bobby Sherman, Mantronix, B.T. Express, Stetsasonic, The Evens, New Age Steppers, Agent Orange, Bauhaus, The Wake, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.

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)