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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.

All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Monks, The Chocolate Watch Band, Skriet, Sonic Youth, Duran Duran, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Qualms, Barclay James Harvest, Adolescents, Dual Sessions, China Crisis, Interpol, Jeff Mills, The Cramps, Tom Boy, KRS-One, Masters at Work, Bobby Hutcherson, The Victims, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, One Last Wish, the Swans, Yellowson, Glenn Branca, Funky Four + One, The Gap Band, Minny Pops, Young Marble Giants, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Michelle Simonal, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Max Romeo, Pagans, Lee Hazlewood, Dawn Penn, Tommy Roe, Fifty Foot Hose, Ituana, Vladislav Delay, Kerri Chandler, Kerrie Biddell, Youth Brigade, The Sonics, The Fuzztones, Bobby Byrd, Deakin, Fugazi, Scrapy, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Thee Headcoats, Yazoo, Dorothy Ashby, The Neon Judgement, Jawbox, Johnny Clarke, Chris & Cosey, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Ken Boothe, John Holt, The Techniques, The Saints, The Royal Family And The Poor, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.

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)