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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.

All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jesper Dahlbäck, Vainqueur, The Gladiators, Niagra, The Cure, Das Ding, Anthony Braxton, Toni Rubio, Thee Headcoats, Stereo Dub, Desert Stars, The Doobie Brothers, Maleditus Sound, LL Cool J, Deepchord, Amazonics, The Buckinghams, Mary Jane Girls, David McCallum, Soul Sonic Force, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Skaos, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Jeff Mills, The United States of America, Marvin Gaye, Tom Boy, the Human League, The Litter, Shoche, Unwound, Kurtis Blow, Jacob Miller, Minnie Riperton, The Kinks, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, H. Thieme, Sunsets and Hearts, Flash Fearless, Janne Schatter, Andrew Hill, The Mojo Men, Tropical Tobacco, Bob Dylan, Charles Mingus, The Sisters of Mercy, The Dead C, Delta 5, DJ Style, Kevin Saunderson, Subhumans, The Moleskins, kango's stein massive, Nas, Alice Coltrane, Lower 48, Jawbox, Anakelly, The Chocolate Watch Band, Stiv Bators, Liliput, The Fire Engines, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.

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)