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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.

All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joe Smooth, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Hashim, Electric Light Orchestra, The Zeros, The Selecter, Colin Newman, Drive Like Jehu, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Boogie Down Productions, Fluxion, The Litter, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Zero Boys, London Community Gospel Choir, Lakeside, Kaleidoscope, Marine Girls, Matthew Bourne, the Fania All-Stars, Supertramp, Faust, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Gichy Dan, John Foxx, Nas, Pylon, Barbara Tucker, Cameo, Audionom, Moebius, Albert Ayler, The Fuzztones, Nik Kershaw, MDC, AZ, Kayak, The Kinks, Tears for Fears, Jacques Brel, Popol Vuh, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Evens, Bobby Womack, Whodini, The Remains, Public Enemy, Derrick Morgan, Gian Franco Pienzio, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Joensuu 1685, Simply Red, Bobby Hutcherson, Matthew Halsall, Eric Dolphy, Terrestrial Tones, Das Ding, KRS-One, Second Layer, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.

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)