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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.

All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Curtis Mayfield, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Zapp, The Gun Club, The Cosmic Jokers, The Happenings, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Marine Girls, The Modern Lovers, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Soft Machine, MC5, The Royal Family And The Poor, Stiv Bators, Idris Muhammad, Qualms, Ten City, Bobby Womack, Black Sheep, Maleditus Sound, The Blues Magoos, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Buckinghams, The Birthday Party, Drexciya, Lee Hazlewood, Pagans, John Foxx, Wire, The Offenders, Cabaret Voltaire, Eden Ahbez, Television, Freddie Wadling, Ultimate Spinach, Country Teasers, Nik Kershaw, The Doors, Sam Rivers, The Names, Kerri Chandler, Cal Tjader, Jerry's Kids, Can, Banda Bassotti, Graham Central Station, The Flesh Eaters, T. Rex, The Stooges, Amon Düül II, The Fire Engines, Sad Lovers and Giants, Public Enemy, Leonard Cohen, Radiohead, Toni Rubio, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Popol Vuh, Roy Ayers, The Durutti Column, David Bowie, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.

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)