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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.

All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joyce Sims, Heavy D & The Boyz, Gang Gang Dance, The Evens, Arab on Radar, Josef K, Lungfish, Can, Fela Kuti, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Leaves, Simply Red, Sunsets and Hearts, Lee Hazlewood, Joy Division, Rakim, Slave, Roxy Music, The Smoke, Basic Channel, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Mars, The Beau Brummels, Gang of Four, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Amazonics, Juan Atkins, Sandy B, Shuggie Otis, X-Ray Spex, June of 44, Gabor Szabo, The Toasters, the Fania All-Stars, Minnie Riperton, Toni Rubio, Drexciya, Silicon Teens, Von Mondo, Louis and Bebe Barron, Bang On A Can, Average White Band, Con Funk Shun, Crispian St. Peters, David Bowie, Grey Daturas, The Mummies, Ludus, Althea and Donna, The Saints, The Misunderstood, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Excepter, Kaleidoscope, The Angels of Light, Brand Nubian, Accadde A, These Immortal Souls, Ice-T, Procol Harum, Marshall Jefferson, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.

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)