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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.

All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Crooked Eye, the Bar-Kays, Bush Tetras, L. Decosne, Al Stewart, China Crisis, Bad Manners, Crime, The Names, The Young Rascals, Swell Maps, K-Klass, Grandmaster Flash, Eric Copeland, CMW, Adolescents, The Walker Brothers, The Slackers, The Slits, Scientists, The Invisible, Duran Duran, Radiohead, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Scrapy, Fugazi, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Ralphi Rosario, The Fire Engines, Au Pairs, Babytalk, PIL, Soul II Soul, Country Teasers, Stockholm Monsters, Trumans Water, Iggy Pop, Warren Ellis, The Five Americans, Lebanon Hanover, Dave Gahan, Schoolly D, Gichy Dan, The Monks, Alison Limerick, Blake Baxter, Q65, Kaleidoscope, Excepter, Lalann, Black Bananas, Icehouse, E-Dancer, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Morten Harket, Deadbeat, Gang Gang Dance, Todd Rundgren, Alton Ellis, Sly & The Family Stone, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Outsiders, LL Cool J, The Modern Lovers, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.

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)