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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.

All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sunsets and Hearts, Second Layer, The Doobie Brothers, Marcia Griffiths, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Roxy Music, The Real Kids, Moss Icon, T. Rex, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Accadde A, Quantec, Bizarre Inc., Dave Gahan, The Saints, Judy Mowatt, Adolescents, Rakim, The Modern Lovers, The Fortunes, Albert Ayler, The Wake, New Order, Leonard Cohen, Amon Düül II, Nik Kershaw, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The American Breed, The Standells, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Cymande, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Offenders, Jeff Lynne, One Last Wish, Cameo, Eden Ahbez, Negative Approach, CMW, Lee Hazlewood, Matthew Bourne, Gastr Del Sol, Henry Cow, Cal Tjader, Fluxion, Au Pairs, Chris & Cosey, Q and Not U, Inner City, Kings Of Tomorrow, Arcadia, Half Japanese, Eddi Front, Gil Scott Heron, Sällskapet, Trumans Water, John Coltrane, The Young Rascals, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Porter Ricks, The Doors, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.

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)