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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.

All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül II, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Unrelated Segments, Black Bananas, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Ralphi Rosario, A Certain Ratio, The Searchers, Pantytec, The Slackers, Mantronix, ABBA, Radiopuhelimet, Soft Cell, Zapp, Drexciya, kango's stein massive, Crash Course in Science, Todd Rundgren, Amon Düül, Brick, Section 25, Fat Boys, Sound Behaviour, Graham Central Station, Hoover, Mandrill, Rekid, John Coltrane, The Fire Engines, Ash Ra Tempel, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Electric Prunes, Roxy Music, Derrick May, One Last Wish, Interpol, London Community Gospel Choir, Skarface, Country Joe & The Fish, June of 44, The Red Krayola, The Move, Echospace, Neil Young, Carl Craig, Silicon Teens, Yusef Lateef, Sparks, R.M.O., Freddie Wadling, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Susan Cadogan, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Monks, Metal Thangz, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Amazonics, Bill Near, Alphaville, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Cosmic Jokers, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.

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)