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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.