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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.

All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Barrington Levy, Byron Stingily, Jeff Mills, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Fugs, Nico, The Five Americans, The Associates, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Amon Düül, Reuben Wilson, Pylon, DeepChord presents Echospace, Warsaw, Wire, Isaac Hayes, Oppenheimer Analysis, Cecil Taylor, Curtis Mayfield, Aswad, The Pretty Things, Lou Reed & John Cale, It's A Beautiful Day, The Doobie Brothers, Black Sheep, Ken Boothe, Pagans, Soul II Soul, Peter and Kerry, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, The Litter, Camberwell Now, Arab on Radar, Matthew Halsall, Bobbi Humphrey, DJ Style, The Slackers, Cheater Slicks, Sad Lovers and Giants, Anakelly, Urselle, F. McDonald, Little Man, Traffic Nightmare, Althea and Donna, The Martian, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Grass Roots, Soul Sonic Force, Leonard Cohen, 8 Eyed Spy, Black Flag, Tubeway Army, Ornette Coleman, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Groovy Waters, Moby Grape, Donald Byrd, These Immortal Souls, Ludus, Joe Finger, Marshall Jefferson, Vladislav Delay, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.

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)