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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.

All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Depeche Mode, UT, The Remains, Interpol, These Immortal Souls, Agent Orange, Max Romeo, Soft Cell, The Fall, James Chance & The Contortions, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Trumans Water, Johnny Osbourne, The Cure, Mary Jane Girls, Frankie Knuckles, Scrapy, Livin' Joy, Ohio Players, The Sound, Ronnie Foster, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Joe Finger, cv313, EPMD, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Traffic Nightmare, Andrew Hill, Infiniti, The Royal Family And The Poor, Pagans, T.S.O.L., Skarface, The Fire Engines, The Black Dice, The Stooges, Gastr Del Sol, Marvin Gaye, The Modern Lovers, Aloha Tigers, Arcadia, Dennis Brown, Bill Near, Soul II Soul, The J.B.'s, China Crisis, Roy Ayers, Sight & Sound, The Dead C, Scott Walker, Absolute Body Control, Bronski Beat, Thee Headcoats, Groovy Waters, The Walker Brothers, Average White Band, Kenny Larkin, the Soft Cell, The Vogues, Fela Kuti, Al Stewart, Eyeless In Gaza, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.

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)