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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Clear Light 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.

All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Mighty Diamonds, Lyres, Terry Callier, Lee Hazlewood, Don Cherry, The Tremeloes, DeepChord presents Echospace, Procol Harum, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Joensuu 1685, Bronski Beat, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Kool Moe Dee, Rosa Yemen, Jesper Dahlback, Half Japanese, The Birthday Party, Eric Dolphy, the Germs, Au Pairs, Roy Ayers, DNA, Hot Snakes, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Scrapy, Main Source, The Motions, DJ Sneak, Yusef Lateef, Bauhaus, The Five Americans, Outsiders, One Last Wish, In Retrospect, David Axelrod, A Certain Ratio, Motorama, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Popol Vuh, The Toasters, Lindisfarne, Sound Behaviour, Wolf Eyes, Electric Prunes, Juan Atkins, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Wings, Idris Muhammad, The Monochrome Set, Ituana, Darondo, The Cowsills, Bush Tetras, Chrome, The Martian, David Bowie, Whodini, The Standells, Livin' Joy, The Knickerbockers, Faust, Royal Trux, Derrick May, The Monks, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.

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)