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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.