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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.

All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Richard Hell and the Voidoids, The Blues Magoos, Reuben Wilson, Barry Ungar, B.T. Express, Accadde A, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Susan Cadogan, Supertramp, Soft Machine, Rapeman, Todd Rundgren, The Cosmic Jokers, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Absolute Body Control, Angry Samoans, Nirvana, Trumans Water, Tubeway Army, Roxy Music, Silicon Teens, T. Rex, Skriet, Intrusion, Lyres, Ash Ra Tempel, The Doors, David Bowie, The Fuzztones, Lower 48, Kango’s Stein Massive, Shoche, Duran Duran, Technova, Boredoms, The Kinks, New York Dolls, MC5, Con Funk Shun, The Shadows of Knight, The Five Americans, Cabaret Voltaire, Radio Birdman, Donny Hathaway, Sex Pistols, Whodini, Boogie Down Productions, David Axelrod, New Age Steppers, Joey Negro, Liaisons Dangereuses, Reagan Youth, Jesper Dahlback, Camberwell Now, Masters at Work, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Trojans, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Drexciya, Can, Ultravox, Gerry Rafferty, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.

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)