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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.