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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.

All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ten City, The Cure, Altered Images, Yazoo, Pharoah Sanders, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Wally Richardson, The Vogues, Brothers Johnson, Byron Stingily, Black Sheep, Pere Ubu, The Golliwogs, The Busters, Crispy Ambulance, U.S. Maple, Swans, Electric Prunes, Quando Quango, Barclay James Harvest, Skriet, Unwound, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Cheater Slicks, Ornette Coleman, Scientists, Ajijia Myrayebe, Cymande, Cabaret Voltaire, Lightning Bolt, Tears for Fears, Bush Tetras, The Flesh Eaters, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Joe Smooth, Cluster, Hoover, Grandmaster Flash, Severed Heads, the Normal, Bobbi Humphrey, LL Cool J, Livin' Joy, Kenny Larkin, Althea and Donna, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Yusef Lateef, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Residents, Chris & Cosey, Hardrive, Monolake, Hashim, The Barracudas, Average White Band, JFA, Bizarre Inc., Tom Boy, Sex Pistols, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Masters at Work, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.

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)