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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.

All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Angels of Light & Akron/Family, L. Decosne, Roxette, Tears for Fears, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Bobby Byrd, Eric B and Rakim, Scion, Mission of Burma, Al Stewart, Youth Brigade, Surgeon, Althea and Donna, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Saccharine Trust, Janne Schatter, Colin Newman, John Foxx, The Moleskins, Negative Approach, Grey Daturas, Japan, Johnny Clarke, Isaac Hayes, Shoche, Vladislav Delay, Rosa Yemen, Groovy Waters, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Lungfish, The Saints, Erykah Badu, A Flock of Seagulls, Blossom Toes, Liaisons Dangereuses, Sarah Menescal, cv313, Franke, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Robert Hood, Kerri Chandler, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Larry & the Blue Notes, MC5, the Sonics, Big Daddy Kane, The Stooges, the Association, Scientists, Altered Images, The Monochrome Set, Radiohead, Sugar Minott, Rotary Connection, Barclay James Harvest, Masters at Work, Metal Thangz, Sandy B, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Todd Rundgren, The Shadows of Knight, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)