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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.

All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Evens, Lou Reed & Metallica, New Age Steppers, Zero Boys, 8 Eyed Spy, Marvin Gaye, Brass Construction, Rufus Thomas, Unwound, Nick Fraelich, Tres Demented, Young Marble Giants, The Smoke, Television, Carl Craig, Camberwell Now, Bob Dylan, Niagra, The Tremeloes, Yaz, Cal Tjader, Banda Bassotti, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Gil Scott Heron, FM Einheit, Liaisons Dangereuses, Fifty Foot Hose, The Modern Lovers, Mantronix, Todd Rundgren, Chris Corsano, Sonny Sharrock, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Byron Stingily, The Gladiators, Thee Headcoats, Barclay James Harvest, Bush Tetras, The Litter, Girls At Our Best!, The Music Machine, Hot Snakes, The Red Krayola, Vainqueur, Minnie Riperton, The Smiths, The Happenings, Godley & Creme, Mad Mike, Gerry Rafferty, Donny Hathaway, Yusef Lateef, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Adolescents, Big Daddy Kane, The Zeros, Jesper Dahlback, Von Mondo, Soft Machine, Kerrie Biddell, The Selecter, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.

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)