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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.

All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Thompson Twins, Spandau Ballet, F. McDonald, Rosa Yemen, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Barbara Tucker, The Dead C, Ralphi Rosario, The Black Dice, Wolf Eyes, Peter and Kerry, Trumans Water, Yazoo, Oblivians, Television, Fat Boys, Masters at Work, Camouflage, Mantronix, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Ultravox, The Monks, The Divine Comedy, Monolake, Depeche Mode, Delon & Dalcan, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Hardrive, Blancmange, The Misunderstood, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Brand Nubian, Unrelated Segments, Dawn Penn, DeepChord presents Echospace, Nils Olav, Avey Tare, Basic Channel, Icehouse, Section 25, Girls At Our Best!, Dennis Brown, The Cosmic Jokers, Gil Scott Heron, The Five Americans, Rakim, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Juan Atkins, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Agent Orange, Scott Walker, Los Fastidios, New Order, Animal Collective, Minor Threat, Carl Craig, Charles Mingus, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Guru Guru, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.

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)