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 Laos and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.

All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet 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?

Nation of Ulysses, Ash Ra Tempel, OOIOO, Spandau Ballet, The Buckinghams, Shuggie Otis, Monolake, Suburban Knight, Kango’s Stein Massive, Todd Terry, Shoche, Gastr Del Sol, Public Enemy, Letta Mbulu, Aural Exciters, X-101, Bauhaus, Grauzone, Tom Boy, The Doors, Ajijia Myrayebe, Robert Hood, Chrome, Jeru the Damaja, Connie Case, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Echo & the Bunnymen, Junior Murvin, Ronnie Foster, Alton Ellis, Ultramagnetic MC's, Funkadelic, Funky Four + One, Tears for Fears, Country Teasers, Electric Light Orchestra, Prince Buster, B.T. Express, the Association, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Black Flag, Lungfish, Barry Ungar, Jacques Brel, Laurel Aitken, Lyres, Q65, ABBA, Lalo Schifrin, Ituana, Ohio Players, Ronan, Spoonie Gee, X-102, The Walker Brothers, LL Cool J, A Flock of Seagulls, Accadde A, Jeff Mills, Rhythm & Sound, Be Bop Deluxe, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.

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)