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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.

All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Juan Atkins, Glenn Branca, Moby Grape, DeepChord presents Echospace, Fluxion, Siglo XX, Nico, Arthur Verocai, Toni Rubio, The Blackbyrds, Lalo Schifrin, Au Pairs, Robert Hood, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Toasters, Sandy B, U.S. Maple, Scientists, Todd Rundgren, June Days, Matthew Halsall, The J.B.'s, Steve Hackett, Young Marble Giants, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, the Fania All-Stars, Albert Ayler, The Martian, The New Christs, Main Source, KRS-One, Donny Hathaway, Cabaret Voltaire, Rotary Connection, Tears for Fears, Rod Modell, Eurythmics, Aloha Tigers, Mary Jane Girls, Selector Dub Narcotic, Crime, Rufus Thomas, EPMD, Erykah Badu, Second Layer, Gastr Del Sol, Roxy Music, Nirvana, Robert Wyatt, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sugar Minott, Unrelated Segments, Delta 5, X-101, Los Fastidios, The Remains, Peter & Gordon, Bizarre Inc., Deepchord, David Axelrod, LL Cool J, The Monochrome Set, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.

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)