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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.

All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Surgeon, Funky Four + One, Blake Baxter, Lower 48, The Litter, The Birthday Party, The Human League, Oneida, kango's stein massive, Minor Threat, The Royal Family And The Poor, Section 25, Pulsallama, Deakin, Trumans Water, The Velvet Underground, The Martian, Slave, The Doors, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, June of 44, Ossler, the Fania All-Stars, DJ Style, Dark Day, Newcleus, Porter Ricks, John Lydon, The Busters, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Trojans, Nik Kershaw, Boz Scaggs, Quantec, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Boogie Down Productions, Malaria!, FM Einheit, Robert Hood, Country Joe & The Fish, Morten Harket, Accadde A, Public Image Ltd., June Days, Thee Headcoats, Young Marble Giants, Shoche, Gang Gang Dance, Leonard Cohen, Bill Wells, Half Japanese, Television Personalities, Ash Ra Tempel, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Outsiders, Pantaleimon, Skarface, David Bowie, The Cramps, The Gories, This Heat, B.T. Express, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.

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)