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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.

All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Zapp, Tubeway Army, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Laurel Aitken, Theoretical Girls, Nils Olav, Gichy Dan, Piero Umiliani, Kool Moe Dee, Radio Birdman, The J.B.'s, Cluster, Quando Quango, Rufus Thomas, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Maurizio, Scrapy, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Soulsonic Force, Jeff Lynne, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Joe Finger, World's Most, Masters at Work, Archie Shepp, Al Stewart, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Gang Starr, Sight & Sound, Magazine, Don Cherry, The Count Five, The Cure, DeepChord presents Echospace, Hardrive, The American Breed, Yusef Lateef, The Residents, Terry Callier, Stetsasonic, Visage, Franke, X-101, The Slits, Gabor Szabo, Scott Walker, Fear, Kaleidoscope, Brand Nubian, Ten City, Lyres, Mark Hollis, Bush Tetras, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Echospace, Unrelated Segments, Roger Hodgson, Suburban Knight, Marvin Gaye, Connie Case, Dark Day, Roy Ayers, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.

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)