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 Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.

All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bronski Beat, Glenn Branca, The Black Dice, Sexual Harrassment, Silicon Teens, Brand Nubian, Blake Baxter, Wire, UT, Kas Product, Youth Brigade, Mandrill, Joe Finger, Anakelly, Intrusion, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Sugar Minott, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Stereo Dub, The Associates, The Last Poets, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Black Moon, The Cure, Eric B and Rakim, Barry Ungar, Fort Wilson Riot, Mad Mike, Gastr Del Sol, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Saccharine Trust, Boz Scaggs, Cabaret Voltaire, Ultramagnetic MC's, Chris & Cosey, The Tremeloes, T.S.O.L., Wally Richardson, OOIOO, Anthony Braxton, Amazonics, The Victims, The Velvet Underground, The United States of America, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Niagra, Leonard Cohen, Eddi Front, Erasure, Alphaville, Sandy B, A Flock of Seagulls, Johnny Osbourne, Accadde A, Angry Samoans, Carl Craig, Rosa Yemen, Pet Shop Boys, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The J.B.'s, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)