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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.

All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Man Eating Sloth, DeepChord presents Echospace, Donald Byrd, Accadde A, The Knickerbockers, Half Japanese, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Gap Band, Aswad, Kerrie Biddell, Buzzcocks, a-ha, Malaria!, Kevin Saunderson, Jimmy McGriff, Frankie Knuckles, The Victims, Moby Grape, Loose Ends, The Barracudas, Junior Murvin, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Underground Resistance, Jerry's Kids, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Visage, Traffic Nightmare, Sällskapet, Crooked Eye, Public Image Ltd., The Litter, Porter Ricks, Rufus Thomas, Tom Boy, New Order, The J.B.'s, Cecil Taylor, Isaac Hayes, Godley & Creme, Archie Shepp, Sam Rivers, The Sonics, Sunsets and Hearts, Boogie Down Productions, Pere Ubu, Althea and Donna, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Spandau Ballet, Neil Young, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Chrome, Section 25, Max Romeo, Ituana, Sandy B, The Red Krayola, Kool Moe Dee, Mark Hollis, Maleditus Sound, Sonny Sharrock, Flipper, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, AZ, Don Cherry, Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.

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)