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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.

All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Q65, Ultramagnetic MC's, Cecil Taylor, The Raincoats, Magazine, UT, Joy Division, Cybotron, 10cc, Darondo, Schoolly D, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Audionom, Amon Düül II, Kango’s Stein Massive, Echospace, Cameo, Kurtis Blow, The Grass Roots, Jesper Dahlback, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Rapeman, the Fania All-Stars, Bill Near, Arthur Verocai, Tropical Tobacco, Rites of Spring, Connie Case, Hoover, Selector Dub Narcotic, Grauzone, Nation of Ulysses, Kool Moe Dee, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Fatback Band, Warren Ellis, Lucky Dragons, The Barracudas, Marine Girls, Derrick Morgan, Donald Byrd, Eden Ahbez, Television Personalities, Johnny Clarke, Rod Modell, Chris Corsano, Arab on Radar, Barbara Tucker, The Victims, Louis and Bebe Barron, Robert Wyatt, The Saints, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Piero Umiliani, Kings Of Tomorrow, ABC, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Organ, Pet Shop Boys, Hot Snakes, Ituana, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Mighty Diamonds, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.

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)