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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.

All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Strawberry Alarm Clock, Pussy Galore, Joe Finger, Hoover, Echo & the Bunnymen, K-Klass, The Residents, Eyeless In Gaza, The Leaves, Kevin Saunderson, Swans, Electric Prunes, Parry Music, The Gladiators, The Sisters of Mercy, Tomorrow, Audionom, Brand Nubian, Shuggie Otis, Popol Vuh, Lou Reed & John Cale, Gastr Del Sol, Minor Threat, Sam Rivers, Stockholm Monsters, Siouxsie and the Banshees, These Immortal Souls, Minnie Riperton, Spoonie Gee, The Electric Prunes, Erykah Badu, Harmonia, Quando Quango, Soft Machine, Anakelly, Silicon Teens, Pantytec, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Clear Light, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Khruangbin, The Five Americans, Thee Headcoats, Public Enemy, John Lydon, Talk Talk, Depeche Mode, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, DJ Style, The Birthday Party, The Barracudas, Scott Walker, MDC, Delta 5, Rakim, Outsiders, Half Japanese, Lebanon Hanover, Gil Scott Heron, Dawn Penn, Blake Baxter, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.

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)