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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.

All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

a-ha, The Toasters, Nas, Danielle Patucci, The Angels of Light, Deadbeat, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Bob Dylan, Banda Bassotti, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Robert Wyatt, The Modern Lovers, Leonard Cohen, Bill Near, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Eyeless In Gaza, Ash Ra Tempel, The Detroit Cobras, The Stooges, Johnny Osbourne, Mark Hollis, Sight & Sound, Pagans, Eric Dolphy, Y Pants, James White and The Blacks, the Slits, Gang Gang Dance, Soul II Soul, Juan Atkins, Yazoo, Sonny Sharrock, Bobby Byrd, Alison Limerick, Magazine, Cluster, Throbbing Gristle, Rekid, Pantaleimon, Spoonie Gee, Bobby Hutcherson, The Zeros, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Stockholm Monsters, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Lou Reed & Metallica, Flamin' Groovies, Pet Shop Boys, Jandek, Eric Copeland, Bad Manners, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Marcia Griffiths, Lalo Schifrin, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gong, The Neon Judgement, Drexciya, Japan, Das Ding, Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.

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)