Infinitely Losing My Edge
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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.