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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.

All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Spandau Ballet, Talk Talk, Dorothy Ashby, The Alarm Clocks, Letta Mbulu, Roxy Music, Masters at Work, Bad Manners, The Evens, The Gories, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Dennis Brown, Country Joe & The Fish, Lyres, T.S.O.L., Cabaret Voltaire, The Men They Couldn't Hang, the Soft Cell, The Zeros, Stiv Bators, Patti Smith, Morten Harket, Fad Gadget, Reuben Wilson, Pagans, Traffic Nightmare, Mary Jane Girls, Livin' Joy, Moby Grape, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Lou Christie, Robert Wyatt, This Heat, Arthur Verocai, Whodini, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, David Bowie, Echo & the Bunnymen, Erykah Badu, Subhumans, Scientists, Pantaleimon, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Sisters of Mercy, Babytalk, Tres Demented, DJ Sneak, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Basic Channel, Altered Images, Jacques Brel, cv313, Lalo Schifrin, Marmalade, James Chance & The Contortions, Fela Kuti, Gil Scott Heron, Y Pants, U.S. Maple, Mo-Dettes, Wally Richardson, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.

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)