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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.