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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.

All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Soulsonic Force, Derrick Morgan, Kenny Larkin, Spoonie Gee, Cameo, Grauzone, The Blackbyrds, cv313, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Smoke, The New Christs, Andrew Hill, Icehouse, Al Stewart, Matthew Halsall, Duran Duran, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Mo-Dettes, The Barracudas, Peter & Gordon, Prince Buster, Jimmy McGriff, The Fall, Circle Jerks, Idris Muhammad, Japan, F. McDonald, The Searchers, Soft Machine, Bob Dylan, Jacob Miller, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Agent Orange, X-102, Nick Fraelich, Sound Behaviour, Letta Mbulu, Minnie Riperton, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Saccharine Trust, L. Decosne, Soul Sonic Force, Guru Guru, The Mummies, the Soft Cell, Moss Icon, Intrusion, Eric Copeland, Rekid, Steve Hackett, Kas Product, Pantaleimon, The Young Rascals, Ten City, Minny Pops, Schoolly D, The Chocolate Watch Band, Chris & Cosey, Todd Terry, E-Dancer, Zapp, 8 Eyed Spy, Slave, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.

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)