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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.

All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

E-Dancer, Youth Brigade, Morten Harket, Agitation Free, The Young Rascals, Glambeats Corp., Lee Hazlewood, Spandau Ballet, Circle Jerks, Neu!, Crispian St. Peters, Roger Hodgson, Darondo, Marmalade, Jawbox, Black Flag, Bad Manners, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Count Five, Slick Rick, Marcia Griffiths, These Immortal Souls, Glenn Branca, B.T. Express, the Association, Cameo, Laurel Aitken, Wire, Camberwell Now, Roxy Music, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Todd Rundgren, the Germs, Faraquet, Dorothy Ashby, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Gastr Del Sol, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Metal Thangz, The Black Dice, Blossom Toes, Jerry's Kids, Skarface, Qualms, Eric B and Rakim, Albert Ayler, Brick, Bluetip, Howard Jones, Mars, Joe Finger, Anthony Braxton, Malaria!, Piero Umiliani, Little Man, The Red Krayola, Big Daddy Kane, Gang Starr, John Foxx, Warsaw, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.

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)