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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.

All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.

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

The Remains, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Talk Talk, Terrestrial Tones, Country Teasers, Todd Rundgren, The Barracudas, The Tremeloes, MDC, Pierre Henry, Buzzcocks, Cybotron, The Index, Ronan, Throbbing Gristle, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Dorothy Ashby, Babytalk, Kerri Chandler, Eric Dolphy, The Motions, James Chance & The Contortions, Index, Country Joe & The Fish, Clear Light, Moss Icon, The Buckinghams, The Black Dice, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Ossler, The Misunderstood, Underground Resistance, Skaos, Intrusion, The Vogues, Tom Boy, Eurythmics, Shuggie Otis, Boz Scaggs, Avey Tare, The Happenings, Arcadia, Hasil Adkins, Lucky Dragons, Kas Product, The Wake, Swell Maps, Pet Shop Boys, K-Klass, The Cosmic Jokers, Lou Reed, the Human League, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Fugs, Das Ding, Neil Young, Hot Snakes, The Zeros, Matthew Halsall, The Knickerbockers, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.

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)