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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Names to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.

All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Clear Light, Liaisons Dangereuses, World's Most, Country Joe & The Fish, The Gladiators, Michelle Simonal, Agitation Free, Urselle, The Birthday Party, Isaac Hayes, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Kenny Larkin, Gerry Rafferty, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, New Order, Shuggie Otis, Ash Ra Tempel, Moss Icon, Carl Craig, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Hardrive, The Victims, Mark Hollis, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, David Bowie, Sexual Harrassment, The Beau Brummels, Zero Boys, Warsaw, Sun City Girls, Animal Collective, Lou Reed & John Cale, Loose Ends, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Inner City, Surgeon, Bizarre Inc., Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Eve St. Jones, Fifty Foot Hose, Bobbi Humphrey, Delon & Dalcan, Black Bananas, Pet Shop Boys, Matthew Bourne, The Real Kids, Average White Band, Jacques Brel, Skarface, Joe Finger, Dead Boys, John Holt, Motorama, Babytalk, Thee Headcoats, Visage, The Dave Clark Five, Soul II Soul, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Yaz, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.

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)