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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.

All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Wire, Crooked Eye, Minutemen, The Leaves, UT, Rhythm & Sound, Television, MDC, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Techniques, The Sonics, Nico, Curtis Mayfield, Bronski Beat, The Flesh Eaters, Sixth Finger, Pylon, Chris Corsano, Joy Division, The Shadows of Knight, The Mummies, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, 10cc, Public Enemy, Deepchord, Joe Finger, Thee Headcoats, Zapp, Bobby Hutcherson, Alison Limerick, the Slits, Kenny Larkin, Roxy Music, Silicon Teens, Reuben Wilson, Ash Ra Tempel, Sister Nancy, Los Fastidios, LL Cool J, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, T.S.O.L., Little Man, the Association, John Coltrane, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Audionom, Gong, Panda Bear, Ajijia Myrayebe, Electric Light Orchestra, Eric Dolphy, Barry Ungar, Darondo, Basic Channel, The Angels of Light, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Graham Central Station, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Qualms, The Happenings, Swans, Kool Moe Dee, The Standells, Johnny Osbourne, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.

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)