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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Organ,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.