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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.

All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Todd Rundgren, Slave, Gabor Szabo, Average White Band, Public Enemy, R.M.O., Barrington Levy, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Khruangbin, The Flesh Eaters, Zero Boys, Tears for Fears, Barclay James Harvest, Mission of Burma, Gang Starr, Lalann, David Bowie, Derrick May, Gong, Matthew Bourne, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Desert Stars, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Slits, Pussy Galore, Gian Franco Pienzio, Banda Bassotti, David McCallum, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Little Man, Circle Jerks, The Music Machine, the Slits, Trumans Water, Eve St. Jones, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Eden Ahbez, Erasure, Alphaville, The Count Five, Peter & Gordon, Cameo, Cal Tjader, The Modern Lovers, Half Japanese, Brand Nubian, Sex Pistols, Kaleidoscope, Susan Cadogan, The Royal Family And The Poor, Audionom, Nils Olav, Pantaleimon, Liliput, Aaron Thompson, The Walker Brothers, Tropical Tobacco, Unwound, The Names, Altered Images, Ken Boothe, Cheater Slicks, Lonnie Liston Smith, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.

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)