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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.

All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Reed, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Visage, David McCallum, Hoover, Ornette Coleman, Tomorrow, Soul II Soul, Laurel Aitken, Eric Dolphy, Lightning Bolt, 8 Eyed Spy, Young Marble Giants, Sly & The Family Stone, Country Joe & The Fish, The Tremeloes, PIL, Cameo, Eddi Front, Swell Maps, Andrew Hill, The Velvet Underground, Skriet, Dual Sessions, ABC, Silicon Teens, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Dave Clark Five, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Bill Wells, Toni Rubio, Lyres, Jerry Gold Smith, Black Flag, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, LL Cool J, Bobby Womack, Funky Four + One, Scan 7, Fela Kuti, The Fall, Sister Nancy, Sandy B, Drexciya, Godley & Creme, The Techniques, Parry Music, Severed Heads, Delon & Dalcan, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Q and Not U, Oblivians, A Flock of Seagulls, Flamin' Groovies, Lindisfarne, Connie Case, Intrusion, Pierre Henry, The Seeds, Prince Buster, Gong, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.

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)