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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.

All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Gastr Del Sol, Isaac Hayes, Ronnie Foster, The Mummies, The Red Krayola, The Fall, The Birthday Party, Procol Harum, Pet Shop Boys, The Move, Davy DMX, Yaz, the Fania All-Stars, Beasts of Bourbon, Girls At Our Best!, Panda Bear, Hasil Adkins, Juan Atkins, Qualms, Delon & Dalcan, Icehouse, Dave Gahan, Stockholm Monsters, Cecil Taylor, Royal Trux, the Normal, The Doors, The Searchers, Sällskapet, Letta Mbulu, Shuggie Otis, Pharoah Sanders, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, 10cc, One Last Wish, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Maurizio, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Morten Harket, Vladislav Delay, Aaron Thompson, Spandau Ballet, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Essential Logic, Mantronix, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Grass Roots, The Selecter, Liliput, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, UT, The Dirtbombs, Ossler, The Golliwogs, Accadde A, Fugazi, The Motions, Average White Band, The Last Poets, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Patti Smith, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.

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)