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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb 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 Jandek to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.