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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.

All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Ponytail, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Whodini, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Cowsills, Crime, Model 500, Thee Headcoats, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, the Association, Rhythm & Sound, the Normal, The Red Krayola, Groovy Waters, Jawbox, The Young Rascals, E-Dancer, MC5, Jesper Dahlback, Glambeats Corp., The Gories, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Cosmic Jokers, Siglo XX, Judy Mowatt, X-101, Rekid, Scientists, June of 44, Yaz, Maleditus Sound, Warren Ellis, Chris & Cosey, Heaven 17, Wire, Rapeman, The Martian, Malaria!, Chris Corsano, AZ, Kayak, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Human League, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Television Personalities, Leonard Cohen, John Coltrane, The Real Kids, Arab on Radar, The Buckinghams, Mission of Burma, This Heat, Delta 5, Chrome, Bobby Byrd, the Bar-Kays, A Flock of Seagulls, Second Layer, Scion, The Count Five, Lou Christie, Hashim, the Sonics, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.

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)