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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.

All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Jerry Gold Smith, L. Decosne, Al Stewart, Robert Hood, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Clear Light, Ronan, Tomorrow, Boogie Down Productions, Bush Tetras, Arthur Verocai, Oppenheimer Analysis, Quando Quango, Nas, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ash Ra Tempel, EPMD, Neu!, London Community Gospel Choir, Index, Ralphi Rosario, Kenny Larkin, Yaz, Mantronix, Unrelated Segments, James Chance & The Contortions, Stockholm Monsters, Harpers Bizarre, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rotary Connection, Cecil Taylor, The Beau Brummels, Byron Stingily, Joensuu 1685, Bizarre Inc., Ponytail, The Index, Second Layer, Flash Fearless, Underground Resistance, Kerri Chandler, Delon & Dalcan, Sound Behaviour, Sam Rivers, Young Marble Giants, Dorothy Ashby, The Royal Family And The Poor, Joe Smooth, It's A Beautiful Day, Minor Threat, Tres Demented, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Brass Construction, T. Rex, Porter Ricks, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Alice Coltrane, Dave Gahan, Public Image Ltd., Radiohead, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.

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)