Answer:
What is it that you ought to keep after you have given it to someone else?
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
Cycle Cycle Cycle.
Long and thin, red within, with a nail at the end.
What's that 7 letter word with thousands of letters in it?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.