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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.

All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arab on Radar, New York Dolls, Negative Approach, Albert Ayler, Judy Mowatt, Blancmange, Malaria!, Ultravox, Althea and Donna, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, The Names, The Invisible, Boogie Down Productions, Hot Snakes, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Marine Girls, Lonnie Liston Smith, Terrestrial Tones, Johnny Osbourne, Pylon, ABBA, Cheater Slicks, The Fall, Ultra Naté, Donald Byrd, B.T. Express, Derrick May, Lightning Bolt, Todd Rundgren, 48th St. Collective, Mary Jane Girls, Loose Ends, Jeru the Damaja, Camouflage, Chris Corsano, Delta 5, Black Pus, Warsaw, The Music Machine, London Community Gospel Choir, Flash Fearless, Jawbox, Sun Ra, DJ Style, Anthony Braxton, Max Romeo, Reuben Wilson, Joensuu 1685, Japan, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Heaven 17, The Gun Club, The Birthday Party, Gang of Four, The Golliwogs, KRS-One, Oneida, Oblivians, Bauhaus, John Foxx, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.

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)