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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.

All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

AZ, Stereo Dub, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Country Joe & The Fish, Lebanon Hanover, Sad Lovers and Giants, Selector Dub Narcotic, Flash Fearless, Eve St. Jones, The Tremeloes, Iggy Pop, Sällskapet, Lungfish, Fugazi, Royal Trux, The Remains, Curtis Mayfield, Howard Jones, Chrome, Crispian St. Peters, Glambeats Corp., Angry Samoans, Zero Boys, Camberwell Now, The Techniques, Skarface, Lou Reed & Metallica, Pole, Franke, The Shadows of Knight, The Dead C, Zapp, The Velvet Underground, Tres Demented, Moebius, Rhythm & Sound, Qualms, Funky Four + One, Nation of Ulysses, Smog, Pantaleimon, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Harmonia, The Monks, Lou Reed & John Cale, Traffic Nightmare, Whodini, Matthew Halsall, Vladislav Delay, Soulsonic Force, Roy Ayers, Nick Fraelich, The Associates, Kerrie Biddell, Lonnie Liston Smith, The Evens, The Buckinghams, the Germs, Eli Mardock, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.

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)