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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.

All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Echo & the Bunnymen, The Modern Lovers, Marshall Jefferson, June Days, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Dark Day, Talk Talk, Massinfluence, Nation of Ulysses, Crispian St. Peters, Erykah Badu, Scan 7, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Masters at Work, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Juan Atkins, Kas Product, Section 25, Eurythmics, DJ Style, Johnny Clarke, The Smiths, The Mojo Men, PIL, Arcadia, Heavy D & The Boyz, Hasil Adkins, Charles Mingus, The Mummies, The J.B.'s, MC5, Andrew Hill, Main Source, Kerri Chandler, Monolake, Black Moon, Dorothy Ashby, Amon Düül II, Ponytail, Swans, Junior Murvin, Grandmaster Flash, Black Bananas, Pagans, Radiopuhelimet, Liaisons Dangereuses, Nik Kershaw, Darondo, the Soft Cell, Flipper, Franke, Country Teasers, Ludus, Roy Ayers, The Martian, Idris Muhammad, Spandau Ballet, the Human League, Altered Images, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.

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)