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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.

All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Bronski Beat, H. Thieme, Gichy Dan, Grey Daturas, Fifty Foot Hose, Aaron Thompson, Kayak, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Deadbeat, Jeff Lynne, Tropical Tobacco, Ornette Coleman, Kaleidoscope, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Grandmaster Flash, DJ Sneak, Quadrant, Parry Music, Moby Grape, Bluetip, Steve Hackett, Crime, Liliput, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gabor Szabo, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Sparks, James Chance & The Contortions, the Human League, Zero Boys, Fluxion, The Music Machine, Basic Channel, Sonny Sharrock, The Smiths, the Bar-Kays, Nick Fraelich, Wire, Rufus Thomas, Delon & Dalcan, Radiopuhelimet, Peter and Kerry, Q65, Selector Dub Narcotic, Sun Ra Arkestra, AZ, Lyres, Interpol, Stereo Dub, The Red Krayola, New Age Steppers, Second Layer, The Offenders, Don Cherry, Iggy Pop, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Mr. Review, Nico, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.

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)