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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.

All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Toasters, Harmonia, Grey Daturas, Thompson Twins, Sparks, Donald Byrd, Nirvana, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Theoretical Girls, Goldenarms, Agent Orange, Pagans, Roy Ayers, Gil Scott Heron, Metal Thangz, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Can, Frankie Knuckles, Accadde A, Rod Modell, Larry & the Blue Notes, Eddi Front, Agitation Free, Ultimate Spinach, Arthur Verocai, UT, Tomorrow, The Mummies, Ken Boothe, Jimmy McGriff, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Yellowson, Scion, DeepChord presents Echospace, Amon Düül, Rhythm & Sound, Judy Mowatt, Brothers Johnson, Eurythmics, Urselle, Quando Quango, Mantronix, Laurel Aitken, Lee Hazlewood, The Dave Clark Five, Eyeless In Gaza, The Tremeloes, John Cale, Kas Product, Guru Guru, Porter Ricks, Curtis Mayfield, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, the Association, Erasure, Jandek, Kool Moe Dee, Ralphi Rosario, Kerri Chandler, E-Dancer, Negative Approach, Ponytail, Lungfish, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.

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)