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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.

All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sad Lovers and Giants, Yellowson, Altered Images, Boz Scaggs, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Golliwogs, Alphaville, Scratch Acid, The Litter, Funkadelic, Spoonie Gee, Eyeless In Gaza, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Rosa Yemen, DJ Sneak, JFA, Sunsets and Hearts, Soulsonic Force, the Soft Cell, Niagra, Wasted Youth, The Zeros, Charles Mingus, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Offenders, Gichy Dan, Scientists, Lightning Bolt, Jesper Dahlback, X-102, Young Marble Giants, Danielle Patucci, Lou Reed & Metallica, Bluetip, Theoretical Girls, Pantytec, Joey Negro, The Blackbyrds, Carl Craig, Ultra Naté, The Dead C, the Slits, Bauhaus, The Durutti Column, Archie Shepp, The Dave Clark Five, Howard Jones, B.T. Express, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Gastr Del Sol, Alice Coltrane, Trumans Water, X-101, Quando Quango, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Martian, Terry Callier, Lindisfarne, Eric Copeland, F. McDonald, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.

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)