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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.

All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lucky Dragons, The Black Dice, The Searchers, Lower 48, Connie Case, The Chocolate Watch Band, Soulsonic Force, Royal Trux, Rites of Spring, Nas, Reagan Youth, Eddi Front, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Aloha Tigers, OOIOO, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Panda Bear, Sister Nancy, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Scion, Bob Dylan, Pantaleimon, Depeche Mode, Babytalk, Roy Ayers, The Mummies, DeepChord presents Echospace, the Soft Cell, The Offenders, The Cosmic Jokers, Eric Copeland, Sex Pistols, Accadde A, Mad Mike, Pussy Galore, Vainqueur, Alton Ellis, The Detroit Cobras, Dorothy Ashby, Kevin Saunderson, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Ash Ra Tempel, Y Pants, Simply Red, Q and Not U, Public Image Ltd., The Kinks, Skarface, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Slits, Danielle Patucci, Gichy Dan, Marine Girls, EPMD, Country Teasers, the Normal, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Ten City, These Immortal Souls, The Monochrome Set, Robert Wyatt, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.

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)