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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.

All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Talk Talk, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, June Days, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Fear, Radiohead, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Goldenarms, David McCallum, Liliput, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Animal Collective, Gichy Dan, Pulsallama, Harmonia, Magma, The Cure, Spandau Ballet, The Fortunes, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Slackers, Bad Manners, Black Flag, Q65, Reagan Youth, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Scion, Pole, The Beau Brummels, the Bar-Kays, Crispian St. Peters, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Black Moon, Erasure, The Walker Brothers, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, The Motions, Jeff Mills, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Reuben Wilson, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Kool Moe Dee, Grauzone, The Fugs, Alphaville, UT, Los Fastidios, Wasted Youth, Bang on a Can All-Stars, The Knickerbockers, Sparks, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Make Up, a-ha, Amon Düül, Black Pus, Pylon, The Monks, Negative Approach, Model 500, Rekid, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)