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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.

All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.

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

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Groovy Waters, Rakim, JFA, Motorama, Excepter, Johnny Osbourne, Infiniti, Ituana, Vainqueur, Blake Baxter, Simply Red, Pussy Galore, Bob Dylan, Funky Four + One, Little Man, kango's stein massive, Marine Girls, Kas Product, Dark Day, Beasts of Bourbon, The Shadows of Knight, Stockholm Monsters, Swans, Second Layer, Ludus, The Golliwogs, Rotary Connection, Eric Dolphy, Eddi Front, Average White Band, Sexual Harrassment, Zero Boys, Arab on Radar, The Smoke, Max Romeo, Scan 7, Kayak, The Saints, Delon & Dalcan, Sam Rivers, Stereo Dub, Supertramp, a-ha, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, John Foxx, The Beau Brummels, The Human League, Graham Central Station, Trumans Water, Unrelated Segments, The Mojo Men, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Pretty Things, Clear Light, Saccharine Trust, The J.B.'s, MC5, Rapeman, Wasted Youth, Crooked Eye, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.

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)