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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.

All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Archie Shepp, Roy Ayers, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Camouflage, Frankie Knuckles, Al Stewart, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The American Breed, Drexciya, Monks, The Young Rascals, Groovy Waters, the Human League, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Grauzone, Althea and Donna, Josef K, Theoretical Girls, Kango’s Stein Massive, Guru Guru, Easy Going, Main Source, Sister Nancy, The Beau Brummels, H. Thieme, Idris Muhammad, Scrapy, Sad Lovers and Giants, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Joe Finger, Tomorrow, Severed Heads, Roxette, the Association, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, James Chance & The Contortions, Rapeman, The Blues Magoos, Ash Ra Tempel, Susan Cadogan, Organ, Marine Girls, Grandmaster Flash, Outsiders, Bill Wells, Joe Smooth, Ajijia Myrayebe, Maleditus Sound, Kings Of Tomorrow, cv313, Sound Behaviour, Fatback Band, Amazonics, Connie Case, Beasts of Bourbon, Gang Green, The Real Kids, Big Daddy Kane, Aswad, The Doobie Brothers, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Camberwell Now, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.

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)