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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.

All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

The J.B.'s, Metal Thangz, Marine Girls, Toni Rubio, Surgeon, Letta Mbulu, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, The Electric Prunes, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Swans, Grauzone, Black Flag, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Joe Finger, The Move, Rhythim Is Rhythim, The Five Americans, Roy Ayers, Brick, Archie Shepp, DJ Style, Wings, Inner City, Goldenarms, Groovy Waters, Duran Duran, The Offenders, Urselle, Minor Threat, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Morten Harket, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, New Order, Faust, The Divine Comedy, Joyce Sims, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Red Krayola, Circle Jerks, Model 500, Cybotron, Chris & Cosey, Dual Sessions, Larry & the Blue Notes, Colin Newman, Electric Light Orchestra, The Remains, Minutemen, New York Dolls, OOIOO, Suicide, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Tremeloes, Siglo XX, Amon Düül, Second Layer, Louis and Bebe Barron, Hashim, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.

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)