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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.

All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Cameo, Ludus, Donny Hathaway, Japan, X-101, Television, Cal Tjader, Eden Ahbez, Unwound, LL Cool J, T.S.O.L., Franke, Radio Birdman, The Names, Quantec, Fatback Band, Gastr Del Sol, Model 500, Pierre Henry, La Düsseldorf, Gabor Szabo, Kurtis Blow, Johnny Osbourne, The Fall, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Nico, Erykah Badu, Dark Day, Brand Nubian, Cabaret Voltaire, The Vogues, Eric Copeland, Barrington Levy, Swell Maps, Cecil Taylor, Buzzcocks, Pole, Flipper, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Lyres, Tubeway Army, Dorothy Ashby, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Althea and Donna, Stiv Bators, Gang Starr, Ultra Naté, Delta 5, Alphaville, The Dead C, Whodini, Connie Case, Wire, Mantronix, Kango’s Stein Massive, Procol Harum, Glenn Branca, K-Klass, Todd Rundgren, Second Layer, Ronan, Eyeless In Gaza, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.

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)