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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Cameo,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.