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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.

All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Groovy Waters, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Mo-Dettes, Kaleidoscope, The Standells, The Cramps, Lower 48, The Blackbyrds, Dave Gahan, Essential Logic, Icehouse, Gian Franco Pienzio, Letta Mbulu, Ludus, Oblivians, Piero Umiliani, Deepchord, The Dirtbombs, Brothers Johnson, New York Dolls, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Popol Vuh, Lebanon Hanover, Kango’s Stein Massive, The Walker Brothers, Neu!, UT, Terry Callier, Swans, Jacob Miller, Black Sheep, Gang Gang Dance, Con Funk Shun, the Sonics, Sight & Sound, Sällskapet, The New Christs, Hot Snakes, Skarface, Bronski Beat, Kenny Larkin, a-ha, Tomorrow, Agitation Free, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Cal Tjader, U.S. Maple, Henry Cow, Aural Exciters, Sexual Harrassment, The Angels of Light, Half Japanese, Jimmy McGriff, It's A Beautiful Day, Trumans Water, Sex Pistols, The Doors, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Harry Pussy, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.

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)