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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.

All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Toasters, Albert Ayler, Robert Görl, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Darondo, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Japan, The Pop Group, The Count Five, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, CMW, Be Bop Deluxe, Big Daddy Kane, Clear Light, Urselle, Altered Images, Andrew Hill, Procol Harum, Pylon, Lower 48, Mantronix, Joensuu 1685, Roxette, The Searchers, Warren Ellis, Gregory Isaacs, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Aaron Thompson, The Martian, Ponytail, Quando Quango, The Mummies, The Human League, Inner City, Traffic Nightmare, Marvin Gaye, Kas Product, Alice Coltrane, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Simply Red, Funky Four + One, The Names, Letta Mbulu, The Wake, Blancmange, Amazonics, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, ABC, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Gil Scott Heron, Kerri Chandler, Agent Orange, Lou Christie, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Monks, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Slackers, Rites of Spring, T. Rex, Ultimate Spinach, Rufus Thomas, Kenny Larkin, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.

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)