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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.

All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pulsallama, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Hardrive, Throbbing Gristle, Eric B and Rakim, Radiopuhelimet, Steve Hackett, Alison Limerick, The Electric Prunes, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Johnny Osbourne, Half Japanese, Jimmy McGriff, JFA, Amazonics, Roger Hodgson, The Five Americans, Grandmaster Flash, Ajijia Myrayebe, New Age Steppers, Lou Christie, Dennis Brown, Inner City, La Düsseldorf, Pantaleimon, Groovy Waters, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Knickerbockers, Sun City Girls, Liliput, Pet Shop Boys, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Morten Harket, Smog, The American Breed, Blancmange, Quando Quango, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Don Cherry, Harry Pussy, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Lebanon Hanover, A Certain Ratio, Alphaville, Jandek, The Walker Brothers, Arcadia, Y Pants, R.M.O., The Offenders, The Sound, Sound Behaviour, Bobbi Humphrey, Donny Hathaway, Moby Grape, Lalo Schifrin, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Nas, The Cowsills, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.

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)