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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.

All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Blancmange, Cheater Slicks, Young Marble Giants, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Underground Resistance, Bizarre Inc., The Slackers, The Detroit Cobras, Lucky Dragons, The Royal Family And The Poor, Nation of Ulysses, The Pop Group, Eddi Front, Mark Hollis, Jandek, Motorama, A Flock of Seagulls, The Cowsills, Rufus Thomas, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Wally Richardson, Fifty Foot Hose, Derrick Morgan, Robert Wyatt, The Monochrome Set, This Heat, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Cecil Taylor, Nas, Bill Wells, The Velvet Underground, Lakeside, Bobby Byrd, Deakin, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Inner City, Oppenheimer Analysis, Darondo, Glambeats Corp., Kerrie Biddell, Kerri Chandler, Girls At Our Best!, Livin' Joy, MDC, Desert Stars, The J.B.'s, Zero Boys, The New Christs, ABC, Depeche Mode, The Sound, Jacques Brel, Brick, Moss Icon, Gong, Hashim, The Fall, Quando Quango, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Lebanon Hanover, The Smoke, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.

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)