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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.

All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Procol Harum, Mr. Review, The Red Krayola, Organ, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Roxette, Eric B and Rakim, Chris Corsano, The Alarm Clocks, New Age Steppers, Rotary Connection, Fatback Band, the Bar-Kays, Selector Dub Narcotic, Essential Logic, The Human League, Sandy B, Tommy Roe, Lalo Schifrin, Rakim, H. Thieme, The Modern Lovers, The Slits, Funkadelic, Rod Modell, Gong, Black Bananas, The Count Five, Moss Icon, Toni Rubio, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Unrelated Segments, Alison Limerick, Silicon Teens, Jimmy McGriff, The Men They Couldn't Hang, A Certain Ratio, Dave Gahan, Von Mondo, Carl Craig, Gang Green, Big Daddy Kane, Wings, Skriet, R.M.O., Jacob Miller, Marc Almond, Aloha Tigers, Joy Division, Black Flag, Crispian St. Peters, FM Einheit, Subhumans, Groovy Waters, Alton Ellis, Kenny Larkin, Outsiders, Reuben Wilson, The Index, Depeche Mode, Livin' Joy, Zapp, John Foxx, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)