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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.

All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

FM Einheit, Donny Hathaway, Black Moon, Country Teasers, Khruangbin, Alphaville, Flash Fearless, Gregory Isaacs, Larry & the Blue Notes, Adolescents, Mad Mike, Simply Red, Eric B and Rakim, Dark Day, Kerrie Biddell, Jimmy McGriff, Terrestrial Tones, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, KRS-One, DJ Style, Yaz, Don Cherry, The Young Rascals, Q and Not U, The Moleskins, Franke, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Judy Mowatt, Aural Exciters, Pylon, Sun Ra, Ituana, R.M.O., Intrusion, Organ, Infiniti, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, L. Decosne, Pantytec, Black Sheep, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Public Enemy, Minor Threat, The Cosmic Jokers, Amon Düül II, The Chocolate Watch Band, Y Pants, James Chance & The Contortions, Cymande, The Detroit Cobras, Juan Atkins, Circle Jerks, Nick Fraelich, Oblivians, Half Japanese, The Shadows of Knight, Todd Terry, Animal Collective, Babytalk, Lalann, Basic Channel, Can, Youth Brigade, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.

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)