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 Kenya and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.

All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Neu!, Judy Mowatt, Peter & Gordon, Boz Scaggs, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bill Near, The Sound, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Liliput, Black Bananas, Danielle Patucci, Joe Finger, Gastr Del Sol, Scratch Acid, AZ, Carl Craig, DJ Style, Fear, Susan Cadogan, Scott Walker, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Little Man, Bobby Womack, Brand Nubian, The Monochrome Set, The Music Machine, Masters at Work, Von Mondo, Qualms, Toni Rubio, Eric Dolphy, Lungfish, The Zeros, The Slits, Colin Newman, Theoretical Girls, Harpers Bizarre, Cybotron, Angry Samoans, Juan Atkins, Drive Like Jehu, Depeche Mode, Michelle Simonal, Loose Ends, Kaleidoscope, Boredoms, cv313, The Velvet Underground, Pere Ubu, Fluxion, Scion, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Raincoats, Easy Going, Banda Bassotti, Prince Buster, Amon Düül II, The Beau Brummels, Accadde A, The Barracudas, Gang Starr, Audionom, Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.

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)