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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.

All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nas, Terry Callier, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Throbbing Gristle, Black Flag, Eddi Front, The Dave Clark Five, Girls At Our Best!, Scrapy, Skarface, Pagans, Janne Schatter, the Association, Average White Band, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Marc Almond, Jacob Miller, Newcleus, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Lindisfarne, Blake Baxter, EPMD, Gang of Four, Cecil Taylor, The Birthday Party, Von Mondo, Barclay James Harvest, Letta Mbulu, Fat Boys, Monolake, Sandy B, The Gun Club, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Bill Wells, Gang Green, Ajijia Myrayebe, Jimmy McGriff, Tres Demented, The Cramps, Gichy Dan, The Gap Band, Idris Muhammad, The Busters, The Mojo Men, Camouflage, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The J.B.'s, Jerry's Kids, The Angels of Light, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Cowsills, Davy DMX, Judy Mowatt, The Fire Engines, Motorama, Crash Course in Science, The Gladiators, Porter Ricks, Nils Olav, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.

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)