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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.

All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Eden Ahbez, Nik Kershaw, Dawn Penn, Gerry Rafferty, Ituana, Japan, The Cowsills, Gong, Minor Threat, Crispian St. Peters, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Lakeside, F. McDonald, The Move, Brass Construction, The Knickerbockers, Thompson Twins, Livin' Joy, the Human League, Stetsasonic, Yaz, Jeru the Damaja, Absolute Body Control, The Gun Club, Saccharine Trust, Cybotron, The Flesh Eaters, Bill Wells, Prince Buster, 10cc, The Cure, Johnny Osbourne, Tears for Fears, Johnny Clarke, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Echo & the Bunnymen, Ronnie Foster, Oblivians, Black Moon, A Certain Ratio, Ornette Coleman, The Count Five, Tom Boy, Little Man, The Standells, Nick Fraelich, Nico, Jesper Dahlback, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Groovy Waters, The Buckinghams, PIL, Ossler, Kool Moe Dee, Tomorrow, JFA, Soft Cell, Essential Logic, The Detroit Cobras, The Gladiators, Siglo XX, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.

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)