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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.

All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Max Romeo, The Remains, Joe Smooth, Janne Schatter, MC5, John Cale, Jeru the Damaja, Michelle Simonal, Sunsets and Hearts, Flash Fearless, The New Christs, Kayak, Funky Four + One, Albert Ayler, Au Pairs, Bluetip, Fad Gadget, Marshall Jefferson, Todd Terry, Audionom, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Busters, Camouflage, Todd Rundgren, Amazonics, Silicon Teens, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Pulsallama, Tubeway Army, T.S.O.L., Lindisfarne, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, World's Most, Lou Reed, 10cc, Nas, Roxy Music, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Swell Maps, K-Klass, Hasil Adkins, Siglo XX, The Mojo Men, Sixth Finger, Roxette, Piero Umiliani, Barrington Levy, Big Daddy Kane, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Brass Construction, The Raincoats, June of 44, Malaria!, Section 25, Soulsonic Force, Moebius, Nik Kershaw, Mad Mike, The Mighty Diamonds, Marine Girls, Marvin Gaye, Aaron Thompson, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.

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)