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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.

All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Make Up, Lungfish, Big Daddy Kane, Ice-T, The Gap Band, Echo & the Bunnymen, Avey Tare, Cameo, The Royal Family And The Poor, Pagans, Anakelly, Mary Jane Girls, Panda Bear, Bang On A Can, The Toasters, Spoonie Gee, Deakin, Duran Duran, Sun City Girls, The Last Poets, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Mandrill, Sparks, Average White Band, Pet Shop Boys, Grauzone, Essential Logic, Soul Sonic Force, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Leaves, Girls At Our Best!, Gil Scott Heron, Grandmaster Flash, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Interpol, Fad Gadget, Kas Product, Scan 7, Wolf Eyes, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Niagra, Kerri Chandler, Excepter, Kool Moe Dee, PIL, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Moby Grape, Wally Richardson, Sun Ra Arkestra, Yellowson, Lee Hazlewood, Robert Wyatt, The Barracudas, Lonnie Liston Smith, Sällskapet, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.

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)