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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.

All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rod Modell, Tropical Tobacco, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Con Funk Shun, The Evens, Joy Division, Skaos, Bobby Sherman, Los Fastidios, Byron Stingily, Ultra Naté, The Selecter, Popol Vuh, The Star Department, The Trojans, Crime, Fatback Band, L. Decosne, The Detroit Cobras, The J.B.'s, Sonny Sharrock, Lou Reed, Dead Boys, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Second Layer, Lakeside, Vainqueur, Johnny Osbourne, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, D'Angelo, Bobbi Humphrey, Deakin, Unwound, New York Dolls, Quando Quango, Von Mondo, Piero Umiliani, Kool Moe Dee, Ponytail, Lee Hazlewood, Radiohead, Flamin' Groovies, Drive Like Jehu, Arcadia, Lou Christie, Don Cherry, Blake Baxter, Theoretical Girls, Strawberry Alarm Clock, The Smoke, London Community Gospel Choir, Gang Green, Eurythmics, Q65, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Sun Ra, Sex Pistols, Subhumans, Roy Ayers, The Shadows of Knight, Porter Ricks, Interpol, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.

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)