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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.

All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.

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

But have you seen my records?

KRS-One, The Slackers, The Sonics, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Alarm Clocks, New Age Steppers, Nico, ABBA, Janne Schatter, 8 Eyed Spy, In Retrospect, The Raincoats, Barclay James Harvest, Ornette Coleman, Peter & Gordon, The Techniques, Banda Bassotti, Heavy D & The Boyz, Jesper Dahlbäck, Clear Light, Lalo Schifrin, Lou Christie, Whodini, Rosa Yemen, Yellowson, Los Fastidios, Zapp, Lower 48, Goldenarms, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Barry Ungar, Peter and Kerry, Chrome, The Residents, Pere Ubu, Nation of Ulysses, The Electric Prunes, Zero Boys, Essential Logic, Charles Mingus, Con Funk Shun, The Sisters of Mercy, Agent Orange, Organ, UT, Davy DMX, The Beau Brummels, The Fall, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Von Mondo, Yusef Lateef, Archie Shepp, Negative Approach, the Fania All-Stars, Hot Snakes, Sällskapet, Crash Course in Science, Adolescents, Donny Hathaway, June of 44, U.S. Maple, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.

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)