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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.

All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Brothers Johnson, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Thee Headcoats, Ronnie Foster, Main Source, Junior Murvin, The Standells, X-102, Piero Umiliani, Fugazi, CMW, Rekid, Eric Copeland, Zero Boys, Todd Rundgren, Skarface, Saccharine Trust, Y Pants, Roxy Music, Eric Dolphy, Lalo Schifrin, The Fortunes, Roy Ayers, Agitation Free, Nik Kershaw, The Electric Prunes, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Stockholm Monsters, The Zeros, Kango’s Stein Massive, Traffic Nightmare, Byron Stingily, Black Flag, Bill Wells, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Duran Duran, Depeche Mode, Josef K, Rakim, Anakelly, Motorama, Boogie Down Productions, Ituana, Symarip, Dark Day, Lee Hazlewood, Janne Schatter, Sound Behaviour, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Residents, Freddie Wadling, John Coltrane, The Toasters, Be Bop Deluxe, Ice-T, Absolute Body Control, Oneida, Electric Light Orchestra, Danielle Patucci, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.

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)