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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 snare 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.

All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Don Cherry, U.S. Maple, Bootsy Collins, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Jacques Brel, Laurel Aitken, Soul II Soul, The Gladiators, Section 25, PIL, Robert Görl, Underground Resistance, The Techniques, Anakelly, Joy Division, Stereo Dub, The Dave Clark Five, FM Einheit, Johnny Clarke, Dual Sessions, ABC, Donny Hathaway, Agitation Free, The Star Department, Vainqueur, Grandmaster Flash, The Pop Group, The New Christs, The Names, Flamin' Groovies, The Leaves, Maleditus Sound, Barclay James Harvest, Boogie Down Productions, Grauzone, Fear, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Swell Maps, Tom Boy, Crime, Little Man, Rapeman, The Remains, Nils Olav, Symarip, Patti Smith, The Saints, The Raincoats, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Jeru the Damaja, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Electric Prunes, The Doobie Brothers, Ten City, Roxy Music, Easy Going, Fat Boys, Scott Walker, Electric Light Orchestra, Parry Music, Yellowson, Outsiders, Newcleus, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.

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)