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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.

All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Techniques, Tubeway Army, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Spoonie Gee, Terry Callier, Visage, EPMD, Pere Ubu, June Days, The Vogues, Nation of Ulysses, David McCallum, Goldenarms, Los Fastidios, Michelle Simonal, Animal Collective, Hoover, Shuggie Otis, E-Dancer, Althea and Donna, Tommy Roe, Scan 7, The Flesh Eaters, New York Dolls, Letta Mbulu, Ponytail, Inner City, Faust, Tomorrow, ABC, Mo-Dettes, Robert Hood, Drive Like Jehu, Rakim, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Fad Gadget, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lebanon Hanover, Joy Division, Circle Jerks, 48th St. Collective, Severed Heads, cv313, Andrew Hill, The Searchers, The Pretty Things, B.T. Express, Clear Light, The Saints, Index, Ultimate Spinach, Ornette Coleman, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Joe Smooth, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Derrick May, K-Klass, Grauzone, Altered Images, The Index, Yellowson, The Kinks, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.

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)