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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.

All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Mighty Diamonds, Public Image Ltd., The J.B.'s, Ronan, The Gladiators, The Fugs, Peter & Gordon, Stockholm Monsters, Eric Copeland, The Misunderstood, The Dave Clark Five, DeepChord presents Echospace, Idris Muhammad, Joy Division, Japan, Harpers Bizarre, Lou Reed, John Cale, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Severed Heads, Colin Newman, Masters at Work, Procol Harum, Hot Snakes, Ultramagnetic MC's, A Certain Ratio, Flamin' Groovies, The Five Americans, Terry Callier, Jeff Lynne, Al Stewart, Mr. Review, Adolescents, Popol Vuh, cv313, The Cosmic Jokers, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Deakin, Moby Grape, DNA, Carl Craig, L. Decosne, Eric Dolphy, Zero Boys, Pierre Henry, Larry & the Blue Notes, Negative Approach, Joe Smooth, Freddie Wadling, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Brothers Johnson, New York Dolls, Ice-T, PIL, Lower 48, The Blackbyrds, Pere Ubu, Prince Buster, The Electric Prunes, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Kas Product, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.

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)