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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.

All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Intrusion, Wire, Rod Modell, Dave Gahan, Pharoah Sanders, Underground Resistance, Nirvana, Sunsets and Hearts, FM Einheit, Traffic Nightmare, Funky Four + One, Sun Ra, Tim Buckley, Quando Quango, Monolake, Country Joe & The Fish, Moebius, Be Bop Deluxe, Zapp, These Immortal Souls, The Buckinghams, The Mummies, Suburban Knight, Kerrie Biddell, The Knickerbockers, Eli Mardock, Crime, John Cale, The American Breed, Cybotron, Silicon Teens, Terry Callier, ABC, China Crisis, The Black Dice, Japan, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Soft Machine, Colin Newman, Moby Grape, Section 25, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Associates, the Bar-Kays, Juan Atkins, The Dead C, Al Stewart, Rapeman, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Alarm Clocks, Jacques Brel, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, The Wake, Bill Near, Davy DMX, F. McDonald, Hot Snakes, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.

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)