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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.

All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Don Cherry, Joyce Sims, Michelle Simonal, Janne Schatter, The Moody Blues, Skarface, Skriet, Bobby Hutcherson, Excepter, Johnny Clarke, KRS-One, Patti Smith, Depeche Mode, Marcia Griffiths, Minnie Riperton, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Fuzztones, Jeff Lynne, Lungfish, Heavy D & The Boyz, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Los Fastidios, Derrick Morgan, Selector Dub Narcotic, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Half Japanese, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Gang Gang Dance, Electric Light Orchestra, Jacques Brel, The Victims, Franke, Kenny Larkin, Fifty Foot Hose, Tubeway Army, Terry Callier, E-Dancer, Liliput, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Black Pus, Scientists, Agitation Free, Kool Moe Dee, Minor Threat, Camberwell Now, Deakin, Man Parrish, The Five Americans, Masters at Work, The Fugs, Anakelly, The Toasters, Vladislav Delay, The Doobie Brothers, Sam Rivers, Zapp, Connie Case, MC5, Pierre Henry, Hasil Adkins, Steve Hackett, Pharoah Sanders, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.

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)