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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.

All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Cymande, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Young Marble Giants, Joey Negro, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Pagans, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, This Heat, The Techniques, Thompson Twins, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Simply Red, Bizarre Inc., Basic Channel, Hardrive, The Martian, Scan 7, Fugazi, Scion, Girls At Our Best!, DJ Style, The Beau Brummels, Amon Düül II, Morten Harket, World's Most, Mars, Little Man, Schoolly D, The Doors, The Zeros, The Red Krayola, It's A Beautiful Day, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Wolf Eyes, Bang On A Can, The Gories, Fifty Foot Hose, Quantec, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Busters, Aloha Tigers, Lou Reed & John Cale, Erasure, The Divine Comedy, Scrapy, Johnny Clarke, Lightning Bolt, Adolescents, Leonard Cohen, The Trojans, Man Parrish, DeepChord presents Echospace, DJ Sneak, Magma, Sixth Finger, Fela Kuti, Maleditus Sound, Isaac Hayes, Chrome, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.

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)