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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.

All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Qualms, Bush Tetras, Sam Rivers, Rufus Thomas, Hashim, Motorama, The Fuzztones, Yellowson, Ice-T, Fat Boys, Ohio Players, La Düsseldorf, Blancmange, The Sound, Brick, Matthew Halsall, The Dirtbombs, Quando Quango, The Litter, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Bang on a Can All-Stars, H. Thieme, The Mighty Diamonds, Public Enemy, June of 44, Depeche Mode, Blake Baxter, Inner City, Stiv Bators, Gregory Isaacs, Make Up, Camberwell Now, Groovy Waters, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Beasts of Bourbon, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Trojans, Soul II Soul, 48th St. Collective, Animal Collective, Skriet, Infiniti, Kings Of Tomorrow, Urselle, Talk Talk, Lalo Schifrin, These Immortal Souls, Throbbing Gristle, Dawn Penn, The Skatalites, Joyce Sims, Supertramp, Visage, Barbara Tucker, New York Dolls, Arab on Radar, The Pretty Things, Juan Atkins, AZ, Lyres, Minny Pops, Lou Reed & Metallica, Archie Shepp, Cecil Taylor, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.

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)