Shocking development: It's going to be kind of a struggle to fill the annual regrets column. This year was loaded with great releases, live events, and DJ appearances, as usual, and for a change, no quality electronic venues shut down. On the contrary, a new one called Kremwerk opened around the corner from long-established Re-bar, filling the void left by Electric Tea Garden, which folded in 2013. Kremwerk has quickly become one of the key spots to witness adventurous electronic music of various styles, in a warehousey, bunker-like setting that feels and looks unwelcome to aggro bros with shitty aesthetics. But we're here to gripe, so let's try to look on the dark side, shall we? Data Breaker regrets...

The closure of Platinum Records. While the Capitol Hill shop had precipitously fallen off in its stocking of records (no surprise, as most electronic-music DJs don't spin vinyl anymore), it remained a vital supplier of audio gear and DJ equipment and a great place to get said products repaired. Platinum was where I went for headphones and needles, and where I'd go if I had trouble with my turntables. Now people on Capitol Hill and in parts south have to trek up to the U-District or Ballard to get that kind of service. (Sob.) Let's hope Platinum can find a new location soon, preferably in The Stranger's two-block radius zone.

Vestax going out of business. Related to the above, the Japanese company that made popular quality mixers and turntables, the latter of which competed with Technics' SL-1200/1210 for old-school disc-jockey loyalty and dollars, ceased operations in August and filed for bankruptcy in December. (Technics no longer makes decks, either.) Another bitter loss for analog lovers.

Missing Kraftwerk at the Paramount. Guess who couldn't get on the guest list despite writing several glowing words about these German electronic-music innovators? Correct! Even though I'd already seen Kraftwerk twice (2004 at the Paramount and 2008 at Coachella) and both times were mind-blowing, I still wanted to catch this 3-D show—even if it featured only one original member/robot in tow. But it wasn't to be, as I didn't feel like shelling out $80 for what would be another greatest-hits presentation, no matter how dazzling the visuals. So I had to experience it vicariously through friends' Facegram and Instabook photos and videos instead. Shed a single tear for me, please.

The goddamn aging process. It makes staying alert and energetic at late shows and after-hours parties very difficult. Try to avoid getting old, if at all possible. recommended