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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.

All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Scan 7, Country Teasers, Unrelated Segments, Kenny Larkin, Soft Machine, Jerry's Kids, Be Bop Deluxe, Desert Stars, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, DJ Style, U.S. Maple, Banda Bassotti, Nils Olav, Skarface, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Music Machine, Cluster, The Leaves, Avey Tare, Johnny Osbourne, Bobby Byrd, London Community Gospel Choir, Fugazi, Hashim, New Age Steppers, Motorama, The Residents, Dennis Brown, The Real Kids, Livin' Joy, Alton Ellis, Stereo Dub, Althea and Donna, Howard Jones, Godley & Creme, Frankie Knuckles, It's A Beautiful Day, Yusef Lateef, Slave, Das Ding, Leonard Cohen, Porter Ricks, John Coltrane, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Harpers Bizarre, Donny Hathaway, Ituana, Alison Limerick, Public Enemy, Laurel Aitken, Fear, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Easy Going, Lou Christie, Sun Ra Arkestra, David Bowie, Eve St. Jones, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Joey Negro, Ten City, Massinfluence, Lee Hazlewood, Kurtis Blow, Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.

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)