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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.

All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jesper Dahlback, Porter Ricks, Quadrant, Peter and Kerry, Hot Snakes, Moss Icon, The Dave Clark Five, Cal Tjader, Tubeway Army, Archie Shepp, The Gladiators, Ponytail, Kenny Larkin, Marmalade, Fugazi, World's Most, The Move, Cybotron, Q and Not U, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, China Crisis, the Slits, DeepChord presents Echospace, Excepter, Traffic Nightmare, Eric Copeland, Skaos, Hashim, Letta Mbulu, Graham Central Station, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Japan, Camouflage, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Erykah Badu, Terry Callier, Piero Umiliani, Animal Collective, Popol Vuh, June Days, Byron Stingily, The Electric Prunes, Flamin' Groovies, The Invisible, Make Up, Tres Demented, Beasts of Bourbon, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Oppenheimer Analysis, Lalann, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, The Monks, Sight & Sound, Pierre Henry, The Music Machine, Silicon Teens, The Young Rascals, Electric Light Orchestra, Jimmy McGriff, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Jawbox, Kool Moe Dee, Ten City, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.

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)