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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mars,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.