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 Guyana and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.

All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kayak, Franke, Shuggie Otis, The Cosmic Jokers, Tomorrow, Louis and Bebe Barron, Man Parrish, Altered Images, ABBA, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Gang Starr, Gerry Rafferty, The Beau Brummels, Heaven 17, Surgeon, Steve Hackett, Public Image Ltd., Throbbing Gristle, Alton Ellis, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Agitation Free, Barbara Tucker, Adolescents, Archie Shepp, Ralphi Rosario, Sister Nancy, Donald Byrd, Joe Smooth, The Cure, Scientists, the Bar-Kays, Infiniti, Bill Wells, Bang On A Can, Robert Hood, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, F. McDonald, Audionom, Lou Reed & Metallica, Deepchord, Guru Guru, The Walker Brothers, Graham Central Station, Brick, Soft Cell, Ten City, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Procol Harum, DeepChord presents Echospace, Ohio Players, Loose Ends, Sexual Harrassment, The Gladiators, The Searchers, Radiopuhelimet, The Kinks, Hasil Adkins, Youth Brigade, Arthur Verocai, The Evens, The Seeds, Jerry's Kids, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)