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 India and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.

All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Matthew Halsall, Cameo, Agitation Free, Rhythm & Sound, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Agent Orange, Nils Olav, Adolescents, Junior Murvin, Eli Mardock, Ituana, The Invisible, Cabaret Voltaire, the Bar-Kays, Reuben Wilson, Zero Boys, The Happenings, Rakim, Pierre Henry, The Gun Club, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Public Image Ltd., Kool Moe Dee, Wally Richardson, Kevin Saunderson, Sad Lovers and Giants, Excepter, The Searchers, L. Decosne, The American Breed, Bang On A Can, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Jesper Dahlback, Sly & The Family Stone, Eric B and Rakim, Television Personalities, The Cure, La Düsseldorf, H. Thieme, Idris Muhammad, JFA, F. McDonald, The Human League, Yaz, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Radio Birdman, Lalann, Funkadelic, The Busters, Lungfish, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Lou Reed & Metallica, Model 500, Procol Harum, Tres Demented, Tears for Fears, Scott Walker, Sex Pistols, Q65, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.

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)