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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.

All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ash Ra Tempel, Minutemen, Pussy Galore, The American Breed, Scrapy, Man Eating Sloth, Glenn Branca, Parry Music, cv313, Robert Wyatt, Bauhaus, Gastr Del Sol, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Quantec, Goldenarms, The Electric Prunes, Eddi Front, Faust, Swell Maps, Barclay James Harvest, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Erasure, Barbara Tucker, Scan 7, Spoonie Gee, Cymande, Tears for Fears, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Metal Thangz, the Human League, Lou Reed & Metallica, Anthony Braxton, UT, Bob Dylan, Mad Mike, Flipper, Adolescents, Bill Near, Brick, Marmalade, The Names, Surgeon, The Five Americans, Ralphi Rosario, Loose Ends, Radio Birdman, Arthur Verocai, James White and The Blacks, Bill Wells, Schoolly D, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Slave, X-102, A Certain Ratio, Livin' Joy, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Franke, Derrick Morgan, Kerri Chandler, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)