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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.

All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

The Slackers, Goldenarms, Avey Tare, The Knickerbockers, DeepChord presents Echospace, Nas, Franke, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Lightning Bolt, Panda Bear, Sun Ra, Oblivians, Shuggie Otis, John Lydon, Pharoah Sanders, Brass Construction, The Standells, Donald Byrd, Ultravox, Soul II Soul, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Yellowson, ABBA, Sällskapet, The Fall, Rhythm & Sound, Sexual Harrassment, Mars, F. McDonald, Reagan Youth, Rites of Spring, Man Eating Sloth, Bush Tetras, Desert Stars, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, K-Klass, Sunsets and Hearts, Jerry's Kids, Can, The Slits, Bobby Womack, Kas Product, Sarah Menescal, Joe Finger, Godley & Creme, John Cale, Slick Rick, Inner City, Piero Umiliani, Warsaw, Althea and Donna, Man Parrish, The Gladiators, Ludus, The J.B.'s, Al Stewart, Lou Reed & Metallica, Cymande, Josef K, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Flash Fearless, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.

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)