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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.

All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr 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?

Thompson Twins, Sunsets and Hearts, Lightning Bolt, David Axelrod, Smog, Henry Cow, The Moody Blues, John Cale, Drexciya, Blossom Toes, The Last Poets, Depeche Mode, Alton Ellis, Sexual Harrassment, Radio Birdman, AZ, Tom Boy, Banda Bassotti, Lungfish, The Count Five, Throbbing Gristle, Sparks, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Altered Images, Skriet, The Mojo Men, The Knickerbockers, Sound Behaviour, Ituana, Soft Cell, Unwound, The Vogues, Porter Ricks, Barbara Tucker, Wasted Youth, The Dave Clark Five, Faraquet, Ash Ra Tempel, Nils Olav, the Association, the Slits, Simply Red, The Mummies, Lower 48, Mars, Whodini, Livin' Joy, Dual Sessions, Gian Franco Pienzio, Swell Maps, F. McDonald, Arab on Radar, Sandy B, Q and Not U, Ossler, Scott Walker, China Crisis, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Index, Jerry's Kids, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Joe Finger, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.

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)