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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skriet 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.

All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Guru Guru, The Index, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Urselle, Stereo Dub, Groovy Waters, Faraquet, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Electric Prunes, Selector Dub Narcotic, The Walker Brothers, MDC, These Immortal Souls, Talk Talk, Ken Boothe, Bill Wells, L. Decosne, Ronnie Foster, Make Up, Matthew Halsall, R.M.O., Kool Moe Dee, Sex Pistols, Spandau Ballet, Magma, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Siglo XX, ABC, The Blues Magoos, Cheater Slicks, Man Eating Sloth, Mad Mike, Con Funk Shun, Lebanon Hanover, Skaos, The Associates, Deepchord, Wolf Eyes, Infiniti, The Detroit Cobras, The Selecter, The Music Machine, Heaven 17, Terry Callier, Ten City, Byron Stingily, The Grass Roots, Aaron Thompson, Nils Olav, Cal Tjader, Erasure, Dead Boys, Soul Sonic Force, Clear Light, Fela Kuti, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Durutti Column, Royal Trux, Flamin' Groovies, The Real Kids, Sonny Sharrock, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.

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)