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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.

All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

Sight & Sound, Chris & Cosey, Sonny Sharrock, The Blues Magoos, Gabor Szabo, Porter Ricks, Tomorrow, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Audionom, Parry Music, Alison Limerick, Nas, The Fuzztones, Kas Product, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Jerry Gold Smith, The Walker Brothers, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Liliput, Urselle, Dave Gahan, The United States of America, Unwound, James Chance & The Contortions, The Victims, The Doobie Brothers, The Techniques, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Theoretical Girls, Althea and Donna, Malaria!, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Bobby Hutcherson, Tim Buckley, Scan 7, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Rites of Spring, Slave, Fela Kuti, Nick Fraelich, The Tremeloes, Minnie Riperton, Eden Ahbez, Matthew Halsall, The Saints, OOIOO, Mo-Dettes, Aswad, Nirvana, Delta 5, Rufus Thomas, Mandrill, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Stereo Dub, Popol Vuh, Arcadia, Severed Heads, Girls At Our Best!, Icehouse, The Stooges, Interpol, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.

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)