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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.

All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Beasts of Bourbon, Negative Approach, Fear, The Gap Band, Magma, Eurythmics, Maurizio, The Red Krayola, Andrew Hill, The Five Americans, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Seeds, Sarah Menescal, Brass Construction, Aaron Thompson, Dave Gahan, Janne Schatter, FM Einheit, Don Cherry, F. McDonald, June of 44, Junior Murvin, The Gun Club, Ajijia Myrayebe, Minnie Riperton, Gang of Four, Stiv Bators, Piero Umiliani, Japan, Ultramagnetic MC's, Nico, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Liaisons Dangereuses, Chrome, Deepchord, Eli Mardock, This Heat, Reagan Youth, New York Dolls, Radio Birdman, X-Ray Spex, The Fortunes, Icehouse, Danielle Patucci, Jesper Dahlbäck, Oneida, The Neon Judgement, Thompson Twins, Youth Brigade, Masters at Work, Cabaret Voltaire, Scratch Acid, Godley & Creme, The Toasters, Jesper Dahlback, Joy Division, Altered Images, Black Sheep, Subhumans, Radiopuhelimet, Electric Light Orchestra, Bill Near, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.

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)