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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.

All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Siouxsie and the Banshees, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Trumans Water, Bobby Womack, Ohio Players, Sällskapet, AZ, Bauhaus, Radiohead, Silicon Teens, Surgeon, the Normal, Radiopuhelimet, The Sisters of Mercy, Soul II Soul, Bang On A Can, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Don Cherry, Slick Rick, Minny Pops, Prince Buster, Public Image Ltd., Smog, DJ Sneak, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Babytalk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ajijia Myrayebe, Tomorrow, A Flock of Seagulls, Cabaret Voltaire, Ken Boothe, The Selecter, Janne Schatter, Lou Reed & Metallica, Dennis Brown, Yaz, Half Japanese, John Holt, Michelle Simonal, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Icehouse, World's Most, Glambeats Corp., Ash Ra Tempel, Yellowson, Echospace, Deadbeat, Big Daddy Kane, The Moody Blues, The United States of America, Connie Case, The Neon Judgement, Urselle, The Five Americans, Rapeman, Harmonia, Patti Smith, Monolake, Unrelated Segments, The Young Rascals, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.

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)