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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.

All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Zero Boys, Freddie Wadling, E-Dancer, the Slits, Dennis Brown, Fort Wilson Riot, Rotary Connection, Y Pants, Banda Bassotti, Roxy Music, Dark Day, Glambeats Corp., Circle Jerks, Technova, The Kinks, Roger Hodgson, UT, Barclay James Harvest, Robert Wyatt, Cal Tjader, Massinfluence, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, DNA, Lonnie Liston Smith, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, New York Dolls, Patti Smith, The Standells, DeepChord presents Echospace, Guru Guru, Crooked Eye, Sonic Youth, Babytalk, Tropical Tobacco, Matthew Halsall, The Fire Engines, The Moody Blues, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Peter and Kerry, Funky Four + One, Kool Moe Dee, Arab on Radar, Thee Headcoats, the Human League, Urselle, ABBA, Tim Buckley, Vainqueur, Ralphi Rosario, Slick Rick, The Offenders, Sun Ra Arkestra, Dual Sessions, The Electric Prunes, Erasure, Aural Exciters, Sun Ra, Max Romeo, Deadbeat, Agent Orange, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.

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)