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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.

All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bill Near, Fort Wilson Riot, Susan Cadogan, Public Image Ltd., Kaleidoscope, Boz Scaggs, Circle Jerks, Graham Central Station, Tom Boy, Duran Duran, R.M.O., Heavy D & The Boyz, Yazoo, Kerri Chandler, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Standells, Glambeats Corp., Khruangbin, Pylon, Lebanon Hanover, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Big Daddy Kane, Rapeman, Model 500, It's A Beautiful Day, Robert Görl, Piero Umiliani, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Roxy Music, LL Cool J, Technova, Barclay James Harvest, Nils Olav, The Cowsills, Joey Negro, Desert Stars, Michelle Simonal, Schoolly D, Josef K, Mark Hollis, Loose Ends, Visage, John Coltrane, Echo & the Bunnymen, Sexual Harrassment, Ossler, James Chance & The Contortions, Kerrie Biddell, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Depeche Mode, Country Teasers, The Techniques, Cabaret Voltaire, Derrick May, The Fortunes, Robert Hood, Rotary Connection, Ken Boothe, Connie Case, Gregory Isaacs, Rufus Thomas, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.

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)