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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.

All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gil Scott Heron, Country Joe & The Fish, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Dead C, Derrick May, H. Thieme, Dual Sessions, Q65, Donny Hathaway, DJ Style, The Trojans, Kas Product, The Neon Judgement, Marmalade, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Prince Buster, Average White Band, Kayak, The Gories, Pet Shop Boys, Gong, Wire, Matthew Halsall, Inner City, Ituana, DNA, Reagan Youth, Graham Central Station, Ultimate Spinach, The Fire Engines, Oblivians, Warren Ellis, Jacob Miller, Bush Tetras, Banda Bassotti, Cheater Slicks, Scientists, Sonic Youth, Soulsonic Force, Kango’s Stein Massive, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, X-Ray Spex, Mantronix, Altered Images, Eddi Front, Subhumans, Johnny Osbourne, Electric Prunes, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Quadrant, Surgeon, The Standells, The Durutti Column, Liliput, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Kenny Larkin, Frankie Knuckles, Bobby Hutcherson, Supertramp, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.

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)