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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.

All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

This Heat, Chris & Cosey, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Zeros, Scratch Acid, Guru Guru, Country Joe & The Fish, Ash Ra Tempel, Gil Scott Heron, Radiopuhelimet, Icehouse, David Bowie, Urselle, Eli Mardock, Bob Dylan, The Young Rascals, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Skriet, Matthew Halsall, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Fatback Band, Audionom, Average White Band, Underground Resistance, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Mandrill, Ultimate Spinach, Grandmaster Flash, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Mantronix, Cybotron, Second Layer, Brand Nubian, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Neon Judgement, John Coltrane, Roxy Music, H. Thieme, Royal Trux, The Saints, Beasts of Bourbon, Metal Thangz, Kevin Saunderson, Soulsonic Force, Rhythm & Sound, The Gladiators, Joensuu 1685, DeepChord presents Echospace, Parry Music, The Monochrome Set, The Gories, Lucky Dragons, Arthur Verocai, Frankie Knuckles, The Blues Magoos, MDC, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Subhumans, Erykah Badu, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.

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)