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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?

OOIOO, Jesper Dahlback, Kool Moe Dee, The Blackbyrds, Lee Hazlewood, Sister Nancy, Rakim, Aaron Thompson, Lou Reed & Metallica, Theoretical Girls, Dave Gahan, Dual Sessions, the Association, UT, Television, Quando Quango, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Laurel Aitken, One Last Wish, Erasure, Ohio Players, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Liliput, Public Image Ltd., Franke, The Evens, The Dead C, Minutemen, Rufus Thomas, Mars, Blancmange, Kenny Larkin, Black Bananas, Fatback Band, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Cybotron, Mark Hollis, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Zeros, Pere Ubu, Brick, The Stooges, Lyres, Eric Dolphy, Newcleus, Thompson Twins, The Fire Engines, Johnny Clarke, Flamin' Groovies, The Black Dice, Juan Atkins, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Idris Muhammad, Be Bop Deluxe, The Grass Roots, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Roxy Music, Sam Rivers, Dawn Penn, Rosa Yemen, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.

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)