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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.

All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Zapp, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, X-Ray Spex, Bill Wells, Lebanon Hanover, The Dave Clark Five, Josef K, Sound Behaviour, Ronnie Foster, Flash Fearless, Moby Grape, Oneida, Masters at Work, Nico, Faraquet, Tears for Fears, B.T. Express, Erykah Badu, Louis and Bebe Barron, Kings Of Tomorrow, Buzzcocks, The Moleskins, Black Moon, Franke, Moss Icon, Sällskapet, Terrestrial Tones, The Fortunes, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, 10cc, Carl Craig, Yellowson, Nirvana, Aural Exciters, KRS-One, The Invisible, Grey Daturas, Kayak, Blancmange, Fela Kuti, Maurizio, Glambeats Corp., Avey Tare, The Music Machine, Danielle Patucci, Sandy B, The Misunderstood, Lonnie Liston Smith, Echospace, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Desert Stars, Pole, Joe Finger, The Flesh Eaters, Dorothy Ashby, The Red Krayola, Make Up, Flipper, The Slits, Wally Richardson, Sonic Youth, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.

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)