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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.

All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Jeff Mills, Cybotron, Letta Mbulu, Accadde A, Gabor Szabo, The Smoke, Darondo, The Motions, Scientists, Grandmaster Flash, Unrelated Segments, Crispian St. Peters, Fifty Foot Hose, Intrusion, Ultramagnetic MC's, Electric Light Orchestra, Juan Atkins, Blossom Toes, Sun Ra Arkestra, X-Ray Spex, Japan, The Monks, The Velvet Underground, Pole, Sun Ra, Derrick Morgan, Swans, A Certain Ratio, Goldenarms, Lakeside, Crooked Eye, The Modern Lovers, Todd Terry, Avey Tare, Aural Exciters, David McCallum, Junior Murvin, Ponytail, Sound Behaviour, Jesper Dahlback, UT, Judy Mowatt, Al Stewart, Organ, Kenny Larkin, AZ, CMW, Quantec, Fugazi, Amon Düül, Moby Grape, Quando Quango, Anakelly, Sight & Sound, Pierre Henry, Bluetip, Radiopuhelimet, Wasted Youth, Minny Pops, Sunsets and Hearts, Underground Resistance, Bootsy Collins, JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.

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)