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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.

All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Loose Ends, Jawbox, Urselle, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Crime, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Eve St. Jones, Lightning Bolt, Eddi Front, Theoretical Girls, Hardrive, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Zeros, Alphaville, Pylon, Banda Bassotti, New York Dolls, Janne Schatter, The Invisible, Swans, the Soft Cell, Deadbeat, John Foxx, Cheater Slicks, Bizarre Inc., Funkadelic, Bobby Byrd, The Tremeloes, Jeff Mills, Alice Coltrane, Lebanon Hanover, The Mummies, Public Image Ltd., Wings, The Gories, Soulsonic Force, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Marine Girls, the Human League, The Standells, Unwound, Motorama, Eric Copeland, Lou Christie, Black Moon, The Toasters, Frankie Knuckles, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Jesper Dahlback, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Bobby Hutcherson, Minny Pops, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Interpol, The Mighty Diamonds, Ultra Naté, Rhythim Is Rhythim, U.S. Maple, the Germs, Supertramp, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.

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)