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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.

All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Minny Pops, Quadrant, FM Einheit, The Doors, Darondo, Public Image Ltd., L. Decosne, John Cale, Dorothy Ashby, Marc Almond, Thompson Twins, Joe Finger, Magazine, The Busters, Juan Atkins, The Invisible, Khruangbin, Ohio Players, Fela Kuti, June of 44, Kerrie Biddell, Peter & Gordon, The Fall, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, New York Dolls, DJ Style, Spandau Ballet, Hashim, Cecil Taylor, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Liaisons Dangereuses, Vainqueur, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Nick Fraelich, Todd Rundgren, Gang of Four, Joe Smooth, Barbara Tucker, Slick Rick, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Toni Rubio, Babytalk, Franke, Mantronix, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, R.M.O., Traffic Nightmare, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Guru Guru, Boredoms, Fad Gadget, Avey Tare, cv313, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Sonic Youth, DeepChord presents Echospace, Rod Modell, Lower 48, The Standells, The Velvet Underground, Massinfluence, The Count Five, Rites of Spring, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.

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)