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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.