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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.

All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bootsy's Rubber Band, Scion, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Mad Mike, Peter & Gordon, Groovy Waters, The Move, Idris Muhammad, the Soft Cell, Harmonia, K-Klass, Leonard Cohen, Deepchord, The Velvet Underground, The Dirtbombs, Laurel Aitken, The Doors, Alice Coltrane, Slick Rick, Gian Franco Pienzio, Blossom Toes, Boogie Down Productions, The Barracudas, The Doobie Brothers, The Remains, Index, Parry Music, Rosa Yemen, Theoretical Girls, Scrapy, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Scratch Acid, The Fall, The Walker Brothers, Marmalade, Soulsonic Force, Electric Light Orchestra, Magazine, Faust, The New Christs, Mars, Radiohead, Bobby Sherman, Deadbeat, Saccharine Trust, ABC, Eddi Front, The Sisters of Mercy, Colin Newman, The Mojo Men, The Busters, DNA, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Dorothy Ashby, Jerry's Kids, Hashim, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sex Pistols, Kenny Larkin, Sound Behaviour, Derrick Morgan, Traffic Nightmare, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.

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)