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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.

All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

D'Angelo, Rufus Thomas, Con Funk Shun, Silicon Teens, David Axelrod, Gian Franco Pienzio, The American Breed, Symarip, Marmalade, Technova, Yazoo, Darondo, Boredoms, Ten City, John Cale, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Marine Girls, The Sisters of Mercy, Cheater Slicks, Organ, Jimmy McGriff, a-ha, Liliput, OOIOO, Bluetip, Sandy B, New Age Steppers, Junior Murvin, Country Teasers, Ossler, The Barracudas, The Index, The Grass Roots, Radiohead, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, World's Most, Kevin Saunderson, AZ, Danielle Patucci, The Knickerbockers, Lakeside, Warren Ellis, Swans, Ice-T, The Associates, DJ Sneak, Tropical Tobacco, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Beau Brummels, Chrome, Juan Atkins, June Days, One Last Wish, Dave Gahan, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Theoretical Girls, Roger Hodgson, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Sixth Finger, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.

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)