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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.

All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Anakelly, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Index, Wasted Youth, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Khruangbin, Kango’s Stein Massive, ABC, Rakim, Von Mondo, Oneida, Brothers Johnson, The Red Krayola, Thompson Twins, Hasil Adkins, Theoretical Girls, Marcia Griffiths, Marvin Gaye, Flipper, Symarip, Dead Boys, X-102, Intrusion, Swell Maps, Heaven 17, Accadde A, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Lungfish, Cheater Slicks, The Real Kids, Whodini, Sixth Finger, Cymande, Hoover, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Peter & Gordon, a-ha, Nik Kershaw, Buzzcocks, The Neon Judgement, Ultimate Spinach, Kas Product, Michelle Simonal, Amon Düül II, Gian Franco Pienzio, Darondo, Kerrie Biddell, Visage, In Retrospect, Mantronix, Q65, Gang Gang Dance, Moebius, Fad Gadget, Rapeman, The Happenings, Graham Central Station, The Dirtbombs, Tears for Fears, Dennis Brown, Derrick May, Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.

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)