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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.

All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.

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

But have you seen my records?

Andrew Hill, Silicon Teens, The Cramps, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Swell Maps, Eli Mardock, Heaven 17, Ralphi Rosario, The Pop Group, China Crisis, James White and The Blacks, Jeff Mills, The Sisters of Mercy, Surgeon, cv313, The Misunderstood, Rosa Yemen, Delon & Dalcan, Panda Bear, Q65, Simply Red, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Slits, Donny Hathaway, Intrusion, Mo-Dettes, Organ, The Dirtbombs, K-Klass, The Techniques, OOIOO, The Zeros, Barclay James Harvest, Public Enemy, Quando Quango, Warren Ellis, Jeru the Damaja, Charles Mingus, Cheater Slicks, Symarip, Glambeats Corp., Scratch Acid, Lightning Bolt, Frankie Knuckles, Gastr Del Sol, Peter and Kerry, David McCallum, Louis and Bebe Barron, Barbara Tucker, Roy Ayers, The Standells, Graham Central Station, Masters at Work, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Traffic Nightmare, ABBA, New Age Steppers, Iggy Pop, kango's stein massive, The Mummies, Suicide, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.

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)