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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.

All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

DJ Sneak, Scott Walker, The Move, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Birthday Party, MDC, Clear Light, Man Parrish, Qualms, Danielle Patucci, Nation of Ulysses, The Electric Prunes, Organ, Tres Demented, Alton Ellis, Gabor Szabo, Scratch Acid, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, a-ha, The Gun Club, The Star Department, Jacob Miller, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Bill Wells, Soulsonic Force, Camberwell Now, Lightning Bolt, Gichy Dan, Aloha Tigers, Vainqueur, EPMD, Arthur Verocai, Amon Düül, Piero Umiliani, the Soft Cell, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Seeds, Ultimate Spinach, Ludus, Mad Mike, DJ Style, Section 25, The Zeros, Ultramagnetic MC's, Robert Görl, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Albert Ayler, Hardrive, Bobby Hutcherson, Buzzcocks, Amon Düül II, The Royal Family And The Poor, Stockholm Monsters, Eddi Front, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Josef K, Moebius, Heavy D & The Boyz, Moby Grape, The J.B.'s, Eric Copeland, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.

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)