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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.

All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Ohio Players, Godley & Creme, Joe Smooth, Jawbox, Ajijia Myrayebe, The Busters, The Evens, The Stooges, CMW, Motorama, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Animal Collective, Jandek, Second Layer, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Royal Trux, Bobby Byrd, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Talk Talk, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Make Up, Public Image Ltd., The Saints, Dorothy Ashby, Man Eating Sloth, Bad Manners, Robert Görl, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Detroit Cobras, X-101, Buzzcocks, The Leaves, Smog, Stereo Dub, Barrington Levy, Essential Logic, Pulsallama, Slave, Judy Mowatt, Bobby Sherman, Spoonie Gee, Jerry Gold Smith, John Coltrane, The Barracudas, Cal Tjader, Bronski Beat, Donny Hathaway, Tubeway Army, Lou Christie, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, The Toasters, Tres Demented, The Skatalites, Arthur Verocai, David Axelrod, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.

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)