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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.

All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Alison Limerick, Derrick Morgan, Arthur Verocai, Zapp, Pet Shop Boys, Public Image Ltd., Scan 7, Anthony Braxton, FM Einheit, Scott Walker, U.S. Maple, Bill Near, Kerrie Biddell, Moss Icon, Quadrant, Freddie Wadling, The Toasters, Roy Ayers, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bobbi Humphrey, CMW, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Steve Hackett, Curtis Mayfield, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, World's Most, Country Joe & The Fish, Inner City, UT, Johnny Osbourne, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Quantec, DNA, Boogie Down Productions, Urselle, Can, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Dead C, Patti Smith, Big Daddy Kane, Electric Prunes, Bluetip, Peter & Gordon, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Wake, Camberwell Now, Throbbing Gristle, Lou Reed & Metallica, Mo-Dettes, Tomorrow, Theoretical Girls, Swans, Eric B and Rakim, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Sound, Thee Headcoats, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Jeff Mills, the Germs, Tears for Fears, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.

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)