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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.

All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pierre Henry, John Cale, Skarface, Lou Christie, Babytalk, D'Angelo, Sandy B, Robert Hood, The Tremeloes, Arab on Radar, Tomorrow, Q and Not U, The Sonics, Thompson Twins, Crash Course in Science, Mad Mike, The Associates, Funky Four + One, Lindisfarne, Dorothy Ashby, Television Personalities, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Fugs, LL Cool J, Rites of Spring, the Association, Country Teasers, The Selecter, New York Dolls, A Certain Ratio, Jeru the Damaja, Quadrant, The Martian, Amon Düül II, Glenn Branca, Icehouse, F. McDonald, Nirvana, Eyeless In Gaza, Bobby Sherman, Janne Schatter, Scion, Ohio Players, China Crisis, Grauzone, The Saints, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Sixth Finger, Maleditus Sound, Agitation Free, Yaz, Procol Harum, Buzzcocks, Barbara Tucker, The Electric Prunes, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Bill Near, Das Ding, Outsiders, The Pop Group, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.

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)