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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.

All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Trojans, Television Personalities, Blancmange, Schoolly D, Public Enemy, David Axelrod, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, New Order, Chris Corsano, Loose Ends, The Mighty Diamonds, Kevin Saunderson, The Blues Magoos, Amazonics, Oppenheimer Analysis, Sun Ra Arkestra, Lou Christie, The Invisible, Rakim, Darondo, Skarface, ABC, Jacques Brel, The Selecter, Soulsonic Force, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, B.T. Express, Deepchord, Be Bop Deluxe, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, James White and The Blacks, Fad Gadget, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Hasil Adkins, Los Fastidios, Fugazi, Robert Görl, It's A Beautiful Day, Minnie Riperton, Nick Fraelich, Johnny Clarke, The Angels of Light, X-101, The Young Rascals, New Age Steppers, China Crisis, Colin Newman, Black Pus, The Sonics, The Tremeloes, Glenn Branca, The Birthday Party, Louis and Bebe Barron, Henry Cow, Cal Tjader, Charles Mingus, The Gories, Gang Green, Duran Duran, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.

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)