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 Yemen and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.

All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Eric B and Rakim, Derrick May, The Chocolate Watch Band, Nas, Underground Resistance, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Yazoo, Lucky Dragons, Ten City, Throbbing Gristle, Can, The American Breed, Marc Almond, The Slits, Mark Hollis, Danielle Patucci, Monolake, Nik Kershaw, Radio Birdman, Tommy Roe, X-Ray Spex, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Lindisfarne, Graham Central Station, Dave Gahan, Pantytec, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camouflage, The Last Poets, Lalo Schifrin, Flamin' Groovies, Zapp, Theoretical Girls, Siglo XX, Rosa Yemen, Bootsy Collins, Little Man, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Roxy Music, Be Bop Deluxe, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, 8 Eyed Spy, Main Source, Dawn Penn, Youth Brigade, Flash Fearless, The Evens, Susan Cadogan, Jandek, Ronan, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Hoover, Dark Day, Connie Case, Television, Absolute Body Control, T.S.O.L., The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.

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)