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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.