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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.

All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Simply Red, One Last Wish, Hardrive, Silicon Teens, the Swans, The Doobie Brothers, Sly & The Family Stone, Das Ding, The Last Poets, Nirvana, New York Dolls, The Dirtbombs, The Wake, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Cabaret Voltaire, Rites of Spring, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Michelle Simonal, CMW, Ludus, New Age Steppers, The Black Dice, Wolf Eyes, Ultravox, Negative Approach, X-102, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Liliput, the Germs, The Birthday Party, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Radiohead, Hoover, Lalann, Sonny Sharrock, Josef K, The Dead C, Eddi Front, Oneida, Terrestrial Tones, Lou Reed, Fad Gadget, Niagra, Pulsallama, Eden Ahbez, Maleditus Sound, The Sound, PIL, Lakeside, Wasted Youth, Ituana, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Ultramagnetic MC's, Shuggie Otis, Model 500, Severed Heads, The Blues Magoos, The Beau Brummels, The Walker Brothers, Eric Copeland, Warren Ellis, Tom Boy, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.

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)