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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.

All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Terry Callier, One Last Wish, Motorama, The Gun Club, Depeche Mode, Chris & Cosey, Black Bananas, Jerry's Kids, Piero Umiliani, Patti Smith, Mandrill, The Index, Barclay James Harvest, Freddie Wadling, Electric Light Orchestra, Aloha Tigers, Oneida, The Doors, Babytalk, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Flamin' Groovies, John Coltrane, Roxette, Newcleus, Gang Gang Dance, David Bowie, The American Breed, Mars, Lalo Schifrin, The Misunderstood, Public Image Ltd., Wolf Eyes, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, X-101, Stereo Dub, Susan Cadogan, Sonic Youth, Nas, Metal Thangz, The J.B.'s, Laurel Aitken, Idris Muhammad, Neu!, Technova, Colin Newman, The Skatalites, Warren Ellis, Toni Rubio, Cheater Slicks, Maurizio, Pet Shop Boys, MC5, The Walker Brothers, Guru Guru, Fifty Foot Hose, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Black Dice, Supertramp, Todd Terry, Average White Band, Barbara Tucker, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)