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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.

All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Duran Duran, Fear, Crooked Eye, These Immortal Souls, Iggy Pop, Patti Smith, MC5, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The United States of America, Surgeon, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Byrd, The Associates, The Dead C, Lou Christie, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Black Pus, Pole, Negative Approach, Country Joe & The Fish, The Gap Band, The Human League, Outsiders, Drive Like Jehu, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Stooges, The Skatalites, Deepchord, The Birthday Party, The Offenders, Echospace, Moebius, The Seeds, The Victims, Q65, Camberwell Now, Electric Prunes, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sonic Youth, The Trojans, Television Personalities, The Saints, Amazonics, Jawbox, Kings Of Tomorrow, Ituana, Albert Ayler, Sun Ra, The Velvet Underground, Matthew Bourne, Eli Mardock, Bizarre Inc., The Electric Prunes, Essential Logic, Basic Channel, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Freddie Wadling, Frankie Knuckles, The Neon Judgement, Robert Görl, Magma, R.M.O., Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.

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)