All I Need Is Love
All I Need Is Love: A Memoir is the autobiography of the German actor Klaus Kinski first published in 1988. It was withdrawn from publication then, after the author's death, retranslated, retitled, and republished in 1996 as Kinski Uncut: The Autobiography of Klaus Kinski.
Reception
When the 1988 edition was published, Klaus Kinski's daughter, Nastassja Kinski, sued her father for libel but the lawsuit was quickly withdrawn. The 1988 edition was withdrawn from publication because of a copyright dispute between Random House and a West German publisher, and because Marlene Dietrich threatened to sue for libel. The book was republished in 1996 after Dietrich had died, and the second edition is more cautious naming names.
In the book Herzog on Herzog, Werner Herzog describes the book as "highly fictitious", and that Kinski did not grow up in abject poverty. Herzog also relates how he and Kinski together sought new insults to describe Herzog for the book.
Chapters
The book is written entirely in the present tense, and rarely gives temporal references. It is divided into five chapters:
Love-drama
(Adlibs)
Verse 1:
You know my album got pushed back for months,
My royalties are still captured,
I got dissed on the Net—I guess now I'm a real rapper!
With my haphazard delivery, no hot beats to speak of,
I couldn't beat up the mic with a brick tucked in each
glove.
My AV-club recording was boring,
Snoring like sleeping pills,
And Grip swallowed six in the morning to delete my
skills,
My tired loops, and my four-track.
I'm like every wack rapper you ever heard of, but more
wack.
Don't buy it! My album, that is—you won't like it.
Every sample you'll recognize,
'Cuz the fans are all cool psychic record guys.
I mean, I am, too, man, I'd never lie.
My whole albums's a jack.
Impeach the President? Yo, how done is that?
Tribute to early rap? DIY ethic?
No, a piss-poor producer—take my name off the credits.
Shouldn't have let 'em put out my demo,
I should've said "Listen, don't.
My friends understand why it sucks, but the critics
won't!"
It isn't a cheap shot—my whole style is weak spots.
Infuriating, leave 'em steamin' like a teapot!
Gab Wiz, my high-pitched sidekick? He's bad biz.
"Alter-ego? Yo, that's him! He think he Madlib!"
I'm doin' it wrong, unless I'm tryin' to ruin the song—
If that's the case, then my career is really movin'
along.
I'm no Edan, MF Doom, Thirstin' Howl and shit,
Or all the other lo-fi rappers whose styles I bit.
I'm just Grip—thanks for noticing.
Thanks for your time.
We don't see eye-to-eye, but it ain't 'cuz you're
blind.
And, yo, thanks for the inspiration, if not the
dissent.
I guess it wasn't a total waste of the promo I sent.
I bet you probably could rock it better with your own
mic.
I know it sucks to get a free CD that you don't like.
I make the music for myself. I guess I should've kept
it that way,
And listened to my wack tape alone inside of my Bat-
cave.
You're so astute, bra. Every minute flaw, you heard it.
Can't wait to hear your album…
