Iggy Pop either fell, was pushed, or dove off the stage during his 60th birthday party on Saturday.

Someone else had to cut the cake because Iggy no longer is allowed to handle sharp knives.

Pop no longer carves up his chest with a steak knife, rolls around in cut glass, smears himself in peanut butter, or follows a drug regimen that makes Keith Richards look like a choirboy. But the Michigan trailer-park kid otherwise outruns rockers one-third his age.