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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.

All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Agent Orange, The Human League, Unrelated Segments, Jerry's Kids, Charles Mingus, Babytalk, Mars, Stiv Bators, MC5, Marine Girls, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Wake, Roger Hodgson, Rhythm & Sound, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Knickerbockers, The Move, Man Eating Sloth, Zero Boys, DJ Style, Mo-Dettes, Malaria!, Parry Music, Fluxion, F. McDonald, The Fall, Reagan Youth, The Alarm Clocks, Scan 7, Monks, The Remains, The Stooges, Sexual Harrassment, Gastr Del Sol, Joey Negro, Piero Umiliani, Animal Collective, Neu!, Panda Bear, Model 500, Electric Prunes, Khruangbin, Procol Harum, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Slackers, Ponytail, Ralphi Rosario, Gian Franco Pienzio, Hardrive, Jesper Dahlback, Minor Threat, Boogie Down Productions, Easy Going, Scion, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Urselle, Colin Newman, New Age Steppers, Infiniti, The Mojo Men, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)