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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.

All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Basic Channel, Guru Guru, Los Fastidios, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, China Crisis, The Evens, Tres Demented, Inner City, Deakin, The Offenders, Lou Reed & John Cale, Porter Ricks, Boogie Down Productions, Pantytec, Alton Ellis, Lindisfarne, Joyce Sims, Sunsets and Hearts, Soul Sonic Force, Piero Umiliani, Panda Bear, Mary Jane Girls, Minnie Riperton, Thompson Twins, Donny Hathaway, Rod Modell, Letta Mbulu, FM Einheit, Ronnie Foster, Dark Day, Niagra, Gang of Four, Ultimate Spinach, Pet Shop Boys, The Gladiators, Scan 7, The Fuzztones, Joey Negro, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Cymande, The Detroit Cobras, Maurizio, the Slits, Procol Harum, Chris Corsano, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Pagans, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Knickerbockers, The Human League, Kenny Larkin, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Brick, Jawbox, New York Dolls, cv313, Boz Scaggs, The Fugs, Agitation Free, ABC, The Stooges, Spoonie Gee, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.

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)