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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.

All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

David McCallum, Joe Finger, Sly & The Family Stone, Organ, Fifty Foot Hose, Japan, The Motions, Marcia Griffiths, Terry Callier, The Vogues, Jesper Dahlbäck, L. Decosne, Slave, Q65, Kurtis Blow, Magazine, Amazonics, Delon & Dalcan, Lou Christie, Lakeside, the Slits, the Germs, Sonic Youth, Spoonie Gee, Swell Maps, The Misunderstood, Visage, Severed Heads, Chrome, The Doors, Brand Nubian, Terrestrial Tones, Byron Stingily, Bob Dylan, Sun City Girls, Camouflage, The New Christs, New York Dolls, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Royal Family And The Poor, Selector Dub Narcotic, Rod Modell, Mark Hollis, Circle Jerks, Gong, Dual Sessions, Avey Tare, Model 500, The Smiths, Can, Echospace, Subhumans, Fort Wilson Riot, Gang Gang Dance, Stetsasonic, Intrusion, Neu!, Little Man, the Human League, Wings, One Last Wish, Marc Almond, Sixth Finger, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)