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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.

All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Pantytec, Grandmaster Flash, The Beau Brummels, Scan 7, Scrapy, Stockholm Monsters, Ralphi Rosario, DeepChord presents Echospace, Circle Jerks, Minor Threat, Jesper Dahlback, The Mighty Diamonds, Eden Ahbez, The Moody Blues, The Five Americans, Charles Mingus, The Electric Prunes, Boz Scaggs, Sarah Menescal, The Sisters of Mercy, Barrington Levy, Unwound, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Make Up, Neil Young, Oblivians, The Leaves, The Trojans, Leonard Cohen, The Neon Judgement, Blake Baxter, Judy Mowatt, K-Klass, Johnny Clarke, The Modern Lovers, Drexciya, Reuben Wilson, Junior Murvin, Heaven 17, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Motorama, Chris & Cosey, 10cc, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Sam Rivers, Blancmange, Japan, Jeff Lynne, Massinfluence, Marine Girls, The Moleskins, John Lydon, Moby Grape, Smog, Ituana, KRS-One, Minnie Riperton, Negative Approach, Roy Ayers, Isaac Hayes, The Music Machine, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.

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)