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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.

All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sugar Minott, Soul II Soul, Andrew Hill, Echospace, Talk Talk, Pet Shop Boys, Quadrant, X-Ray Spex, Saccharine Trust, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Eurythmics, Marine Girls, cv313, Swans, Thompson Twins, Ultramagnetic MC's, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, X-102, L. Decosne, Rites of Spring, Excepter, AZ, Malaria!, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Depeche Mode, The Cramps, Agitation Free, The Motions, Donald Byrd, Larry & the Blue Notes, Newcleus, Funky Four + One, Panda Bear, Eli Mardock, D'Angelo, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Black Dice, Jacques Brel, Matthew Bourne, The American Breed, The Sisters of Mercy, New Order, Reagan Youth, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Saints, Minny Pops, Steve Hackett, Judy Mowatt, Niagra, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Public Enemy, The Mojo Men, China Crisis, Albert Ayler, Y Pants, Harry Pussy, Intrusion, Radiohead, The Monochrome Set, The Human League, Oblivians, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Sound, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.

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)