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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.

All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Masters at Work, Iggy Pop, The Smiths, Soulsonic Force, Kevin Saunderson, Angry Samoans, Mark Hollis, Brick, Simply Red, Easy Going, Cal Tjader, Darondo, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Eden Ahbez, Television Personalities, The Zeros, Ultravox, the Human League, The Human League, Bang On A Can, Jeru the Damaja, Parry Music, Panda Bear, Duran Duran, Ajijia Myrayebe, Model 500, Deepchord, Althea and Donna, The Martian, Ponytail, Kas Product, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Eli Mardock, The Chocolate Watch Band, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Magma, Matthew Bourne, Royal Trux, Cheater Slicks, The New Christs, The Fortunes, Sight & Sound, Stereo Dub, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, 10cc, Dead Boys, Public Image Ltd., Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Delon & Dalcan, Trumans Water, The Velvet Underground, The Busters, Youth Brigade, Donny Hathaway, David Bowie, Chris & Cosey, Gastr Del Sol, Pharoah Sanders, The Fire Engines, Eurythmics, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, X-Ray Spex, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.

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)