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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.

All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soft Cell, Juan Atkins, Audionom, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Monks, Kevin Saunderson, Monolake, Clear Light, The Last Poets, The Dave Clark Five, Sandy B, Massinfluence, The Velvet Underground, Goldenarms, The Stooges, Lindisfarne, Reuben Wilson, Oblivians, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Cowsills, Pet Shop Boys, Archie Shepp, David Bowie, Brand Nubian, Easy Going, Liaisons Dangereuses, Rhythm & Sound, EPMD, Ken Boothe, Zero Boys, The Detroit Cobras, Wasted Youth, a-ha, The Divine Comedy, The Fugs, Average White Band, The Offenders, Moebius, Unrelated Segments, Accadde A, The Young Rascals, Hot Snakes, Skriet, Henry Cow, Amazonics, Ten City, The Mojo Men, Banda Bassotti, the Human League, Toni Rubio, Lyres, Joe Finger, The Beau Brummels, Rapeman, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Los Fastidios, Cybotron, The Slits, ABBA, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.

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)