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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.

All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Black Flag, A Certain Ratio, Kool Moe Dee, Visage, The Invisible, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Fluxion, Carl Craig, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Hasil Adkins, Dark Day, Rapeman, Joy Division, Ronan, Harmonia, James Chance & The Contortions, Alison Limerick, Marcia Griffiths, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, ABBA, Nik Kershaw, Severed Heads, Vainqueur, Cabaret Voltaire, Sugar Minott, Reuben Wilson, Gong, Scan 7, Desert Stars, Barclay James Harvest, David Bowie, Soft Machine, Derrick Morgan, Spoonie Gee, The Mummies, Minor Threat, Gang Gang Dance, Pagans, The Offenders, Thompson Twins, Pussy Galore, Skriet, Larry & the Blue Notes, Archie Shepp, Banda Bassotti, Guru Guru, Gabor Szabo, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Sixth Finger, Zapp, The Royal Family And The Poor, X-Ray Spex, Kerrie Biddell, Marmalade, Khruangbin, Lonnie Liston Smith, Adolescents, Clear Light, Sun Ra, Los Fastidios, Country Joe & The Fish, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.

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)