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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.

All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s 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 The Move record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Rites of Spring, The Selecter, Soul Sonic Force, Danielle Patucci, Q and Not U, Judy Mowatt, Brand Nubian, Vainqueur, EPMD, Oppenheimer Analysis, Banda Bassotti, Camouflage, The Names, Matthew Bourne, The Grass Roots, Aural Exciters, Louis and Bebe Barron, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Public Image Ltd., Qualms, Althea and Donna, Black Pus, Sight & Sound, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Albert Ayler, PIL, Selector Dub Narcotic, Kerrie Biddell, Flipper, The Motions, Chrome, Lakeside, Roxette, Man Parrish, Agent Orange, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Tubeway Army, Gang Green, Joe Smooth, Fluxion, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Angry Samoans, The Remains, Ten City, Oneida, Hashim, Lucky Dragons, Simply Red, Bronski Beat, Rekid, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Dead C, Al Stewart, The Birthday Party, Erykah Badu, Young Marble Giants, U.S. Maple, Babytalk, The Sound, The Real Kids, Visage, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.

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)