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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.

All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Erykah Badu, Peter and Kerry, Gil Scott Heron, In Retrospect, Fat Boys, Flash Fearless, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, the Soft Cell, The Fortunes, Black Bananas, Eric Dolphy, The Dead C, Nirvana, Neil Young, Popol Vuh, Sex Pistols, A Flock of Seagulls, Groovy Waters, Mantronix, Sonic Youth, Lou Reed, Cybotron, Idris Muhammad, Panda Bear, Scrapy, Lower 48, Siglo XX, Electric Light Orchestra, The Mojo Men, Brick, Sound Behaviour, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Star Department, The Associates, Symarip, The Alarm Clocks, CMW, One Last Wish, June of 44, Scan 7, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, R.M.O., Reagan Youth, Drive Like Jehu, Circle Jerks, Porter Ricks, Alton Ellis, Joe Smooth, Lakeside, Magma, Lonnie Liston Smith, Au Pairs, The Velvet Underground, cv313, Negative Approach, Roxette, Faust, Basic Channel, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rufus Thomas, Matthew Bourne, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Real Kids, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.

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)